Fighting And Feasting

The northern warriors pray 
The hurted bodies raise 
TYR God of war they praise 
He's really proud to fall 
Fall under the sharp blade 
The only way to die 
They vowed to die arms in hand (in hand) 
Valhalla joy's waiting for them 
White-armed maidens named 
The choosers of the slain 
Will take them to the Reign 
They fill the Heroes horns 
Someone looks like a skull 
The drink of Gods they taste 

Fightin' hardly the Heroes die 
But the wounds are healed 
Feasting the Heroes days 
They will live forever 
Oh, Oh