A Glorious Death

Fight ye now ye perilous heroes Bear to battlefield honor and sword Come ye now ye warriors of Oden Come now claim your reward Come now claim your reward Join all, brethren tonight we will feast When sun gleams in morn we shall stand On battlegrounds Heretic scorn advance to be slain May arms glide swift that fate them to Hel The clashing of steel, a wonderous song of echoes Woes of brotherly deaths I will carry in heart that grants strength to the swing of my blade (Raise thine sword) Should it be a sight which break our foes aghast (Take their lives) Hearken to breath that thoust may discern their last Steady are my hands Honed is my skill Battle to die and die to battle Odes of her beauty, war, she is free Conquering lands and ravaging seas If this day be my final, perhaps I would see That good lady war might smile upon me The spilling of blood, an alluring painting for eyes to behold Those who don the cross shall feel the merciless sting of pagan steel The ground sets masked with bodies by masses Lain trampled 'neath forces of followers to a false god Thor's will runs course as lightning in veins As I charge forth with haste to face my demise (Heresy) The gods have forged the path I trod (Blasphemy) Norse knees shant be bent to the bastard god Steady are my hands Honed is my skill Battle to die and die to battle Odes of her beauty, war, she is free Conquering lands and ravaging seas If this day be my final, perhaps I would see That good lady war might smile upon me Enemies besiege, 'twas my skill to attract I shall stand grim on dealt wretched attack Blood lust is quenched and sight dims to black Before I cross realms, to her, I will smile back Cries throughout Midgard, would ye sing of my praise Whilst body is drawn and put to the flame As ash grasps with wind and dances in plains Remember my name, remember my name (Valhalla) That I would feast and battle once again (Glorious) Shall be my death as I will see my end Steady are my hands Honed is my skill Battle to die and die to battle Odes of her beauty, war, she is free Conquering lands and ravaging seas If this day be my final, perhaps I would see That good lady war might smile upon me Enemies besiege, 'twas my skill to attract I shall stand grim on dealt wretched attack Blood lust is quenched and sight dims to black Before I cross realms, to her, I will smile back