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Stride into the fray

And ride on the wings of your demise

Today of all days

Is a glorious day to die

None shall remember why we fought

Till our final breath

But if battle pleases the gods

I shall sing to Odin for a warriors death

Battle march

I fear no marauder’s blade

Nor witch or wizard’s spell

Fight I shall until I breathe no more

And heed the call of the death knell

Ascend shall I to the gates of Valhalla

Cleansed in heavenly showers

The gates open wide in welcome

As I enter treading on the skulls of cowards

Battle march

Stride into the fray

And ride on the wings of your demise

Alone in the dark

Far from the light

My sword is by my side

War-torn in the cold

The battle wages on

Bloodlust, instinct, never ending

War!

Ride in battle, sons of Odin

Ride into battle, march!

Battle march