Skjaldra (Dance of the Gods)

Stormy winds, our sails spread wide, Oars are striking, time won't hide. Fire in our eyes, hearts forged in steel, We sail to Valhalla, through mist and ordeal. Skjaldra! Dance of the Gods, Flames are rising, horns resound! Skjaldra! Call of the Ancients, Hammers echo, swords strike down! Drums are pounding, a thundering sound, Sparks ignite as we spin around. Blades collide in golden light, Singing with Odin, lost in the night. Skjaldra! Dance of the Gods, Flames are rising, horns resound! Skjaldra! Call of the Ancients, Hammers echo, swords strike down! Through storm and shadow, through night and tide, We carve our runes in endless time. Valhalla calls us, we drink from the horn, Raise your voices—the feast is reborn! Skjaldra! Dance of the Gods, Flames are rising, horns resound! Skjaldra! Call of the Ancients, Hammers echo, swords strike down!