Woorden: Adorned Brood. Old Great Master.

The swords held high fire in the sky
and the warcry sounds like beasts
they fight for the gods
with sword and shield for freedom
high above in the sky

Old great master
how beautiful you are
I saw your eye in the sky
and touched the great star

We did it all just for you
oh god
you sent us the virgins
and weA're running out of life

Every time I touch the ground

IA'm closer to your arms
my love is a deathmatch
but IA'll see walhalla one day

We did it...

The swords held high...

We did it...