The northern warriors pray The hurted bodies raise TYR God of war they praise He's really proud to fall Fall under the sharp blade The only way to die They vowed to die arms in hand (in hand) Valhalla joy's waiting for them White-armed maidens named The choosers of the slain Will take them to the Reign They fill the Heroes horns Someone looks like a skull The drink of Gods they taste (chorus) Fightin' hardly the Heroes die But the wounds are healed Feasting the Heroes days They will live forever Oh, Oh