Death upon the desolate plain
Raising forth, we showed no shame
For Odin we slayed them all
Defy the Gods and you shall fall
Into battle we will ride
Knowing not what today brings might
But prepared to die we are
For that's the way of the North
Tears are falling, maidens cry
Northern warriors slowly die
Slain in battle by Shaman's rod
In Valhalla he'll join his God
Ride and ride, to Valhalla we ride
For Odin we ride to the halls of the kings
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