Warhammer

In lands of frost, under the midnight sun's bold gazeA Viking's end comes not from age, but warrior's waysThrough the howling wind, our laughter rings, in battle's danceIn every clash and strike, we scorn the whims of chance

Crushing skulls with my warhammer, fierce and wildWith my brave brothers, in battle, we're never mildThrough the thrill of violence, our fearless hearts uniteIn the clash and fury, we find our true delight

On heaving seas, our longship dances, brave and freeWith my half-wit crew, we sail and puke on the endless seaThrough the storms and waves, we chase the horizon's callLaughing in the face of danger, we fear no fall

And when the raven calls, and Valhalla's gates draw nearWe'll meet our end, not with sorrow, but with cheerFor in Odin's hall, we'll feast with heroes of oldIn stories sung, our tales forever bold

Crushing skulls with my warhammer, fierce and wildWith my brave brothers, in battle, we're never mildThrough the thrill of violence, our fearless hearts uniteIn the clash and fury, we find our true delight