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