I fight until I die!

As I charge through the field
Impaling christians with my spear
In halls up high Gods now watch
the lives of men crumble to dust
Corpses cover the land
Ravens picking at their flesh
Wounded suffer and beg to die
Their freedom is death!

With my sword now in hand
I shed their blood on my father’s land
“Take this offering of blood
In Odin’s name for the Asa-gods!”
May my deeds bring my fathers pride
And favor among the gods up high
Let the ravens tell the tale
Go! Sing my name in Odin’s ear!

When I die where will I go?
Something only Odin knows
Will a Valkyrie take me away
For an eternity in Valhall to stay?
A mighty force comes from above
I collapse in my own blood
Consciousness goes dark then black
A sword pushed through my back!

Freyja chooses first
her half of the slain
I feel her warm embrace
I’m headed to Folkvang

Freyja, goddess of the slain
Queen of harvest, Fertile Dame,
Great host of souls in Folkvang,
We Hail you Vanadis!