Prelude: Heading for The Golden Hall 

With the cold northern wind we travel 
We're on a journey of a lifetime 
And we'll fight many battles on our way 

We'll trample the bodies of the dead as we travel 
We'll go on ‘til the day we die 
And reach our destination: 
The golden gates of Valhalla! 

Lyrics: Vддnддnen 
Music: Lцf 

Storms of Asgard 

desolate aeon has passed since the demise of our crown 
tragic end which made hecates and predictors wail 
But dragons still sleep tranquil in proud heathen hearts 

At first they came wearing their most innocent masques 
Telling vikings vague stories about a nazarene whelp 
While keeping their swords drawn behind their backs 

 [bad word]  

Storms of Asgard 
Engulf the unfaithful 
Storms of Asgard 
Reclaim your throne 

They spread their odius thorns all over northern soil 
Some unfaithful sheeps swore allegiance to them 
But some rather died 

Their craving and megalomania became too much 
Raping northern soil before pagan eyes spawned hate 
There where great battles but the [bad word] were not 

The pagans volcanic wrath is still alive in our hearts 
And the white veil which still covers us 
Will be torn apart 

Repeat [bad word]