作词 : Amon Amarth
A battle on distant shore 
Seawolves warth sweep the land 
Down from the skies 
Valkyries ride 
And walk the field halowed by 
Tyr The fight is hard, axes are swung 
Swords bite sharp, men are slewn 
The ground turns red, bloodsoaked field 
Dead man's last bed and 
Odin sees 
Vikings fall, in blood they lie 
The webs of 
Norn's, they've met their fate 
With shield and sword they've benn brought in pride 
To the mighty doors of the 
Speargod's hall 
The gates open and into the hall of braves 
The silently walk 
The one-eyed sits in glory mighty 
Raises his cup and says: "Pa Vida Fдltet Hдrmдn Svingat Det Blanket Svдrdet Och Banen Mцtt Till Den Hцges Sal de I Дra Fцrts Och Vid Mjцdet Hцr Odin Kvдda" 
Dawn breaks, the 
Einherjer go to 
Relive their fight 
With passion swords held high 
As they ride in the morning mist 
The sun warms the air, 
Warcries sound 
Tor Hjelpe! 
The battle begins 
Charging horses with fire breath 
Rush to battle, in glory die! 
Swords sing in joy, again they cut 
With shining edges, bloodstained steel 
Axes shine, again they've been swung 
Ripping flesh, death be done 
And the cold night comes with charging darkness 
To Odin's hall the 
Einherjer return 
A feast awaits, until the next day 
When warriors eyes again shall burn