Fight as a beast! Crush up the skulls!
Might in our hearts, we shall got the fame
No fear, no pain, no need to stay
The blood of men drive us insane
We'll don't give up until our death
Thor makes us strong, Norns choose our fate
Jotuns shall fall by our blades!
Cold wind, the son of the land of snows
Shall help Valkyrias to take our souls
We are the power till the last breath
Thoughts of Valhalla in our heads... Breath and stab!
We're living to die with honour and weapons in our hands
Our death shall be soon, but we'll arise in Great Warriors Hall!!!
Cold wind, the son of the land of snows
Shall help Valkyrias to take our souls
We are the power till the last breath!!!
The Gates Wide Open