There is a road and it leads to Valhalla Where only the Chosen are allowed. There is a boy with a dream of Valhalla, place in the land of the Gods. But in the heart, where the fire burns forever, Where life goes on for those who fell in battle, The Gods are waiting for the moment he falls in the fight, And he will rise when the sun goes down.
He raised high his sword, as he cried out ???‚¬?“Valhalla!???‚¬?? His dream had [bad word] reality. Tonight he will dine, on the road to Valhalla, Chosen to feast with the Gods. But in the heart, where the fire burns forever, Where life goes on for the might young Viking, The journey has [bad word] to and end, for the boy. And he has risen as the bravest of them all.