Valhalla's Halls
Background[edit | edit source]
This song was written by Jon Chesey.
Lyrics[edit | edit source]
A long, great distance have we traveled.
And here, we’ll make our camp tonight,
And in the morning we’ll make war,
But the foemen they’ve brought more,
Soldiers with which they may win the fight.
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Lo, I see my father before me.
Lo, I hear the oarsman’s call.
And if death’s within our wyrd,
This is nothing to be feared.
For tomorrow we shall see Valhalla’s halls.
But war is more than just the numbers,
One of ours is more than two of theirs,
They are farmers from the land,
And we’re warriors to a man,
And that alone shall make this battle fair.
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Lo, the foreman is a comin,
Here, we’ll make our final stand
And if the gods will stand with us,
And we are victorious,
Together we shall claim this as our land.
Chorus
Now, make sure your sword is sharpened,
Now, put on your coat of maille,
And let our foeman be forewarned,
Today legends shall be born,
For years let skalds tell children of this tale.
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