In the cold breath of the northern sky, I hear the call that never dies. Steel in hand, with fate aligned, To Valhalla we march, beyond all time

Drums of war beneath the moon, Echo deep like a sacred rune. Shields we raise, in storm and flame, For glory carved in Odin’s name

Fallen kin, your voices ring, In winds that ride the raven’s wing. We carry oaths, unbroken, sworn, By blood and bone, the brave are born

Valhalla calling, through the storm, Through fire and frost, we are reborn. Sons of thundеr, hearts of stone, We fight as onе, yet die alone

Valhalla calling, hear the sound, The gates are near, the halls profound. Ride with fury, fear no fall — For Odin waits beyond the wall

Axes clash in crimson rain, The earth remembers every name. No king, no crown, no golden throne, Just tales of fire and battle known

When I breathe my final breath, Let the wind sing not of death. But of life fierce, wild and wide, And the journey to the other side

Valhalla calling, through the storm, Through fire and frost, we are reborn. Sons of thunder, hearts of stone, We fight as one, yet die alone

Valhalla calling, light the sky, With sword held high, we do not cry. One last roar before we fall — For Odin waits beyond the wall