Serpents in the Mist

The world was full of clans and gods
Only some knew travel by the stars
Into vicious seas all their ships sailed tall
Beware the northern warriors

To Rán red gold is a gift
With her daughters of the sea
The waves will help us reach
The lands of those who try to flee

Through the mist, through fire
Our serpents never tire
We will burn your sacred lands

You can't stop us, nothing breaks us
Bloodsworn future, awaits us
In the halls of Fólkvangr and Valhǫll-aah

Our women are sealed demons
With the seiðr of Freyja
They are weaving threads to raise
The slain to fight with us again

Ægir rules our ocean
Rán shapes its form
Þórr is pleased, hear the thunder
Karí brings the storm

Our enemies are near
They are praying for their souls
Can you seeeeee
There's death in their eyes

They will never win this battle
Because Óðinn, all-father
Rides on our tide

Through the mist, through fire
Our serpents never tire
We will burn your sacred lands

You can't stop us, nothing breaks us
Bloodsworn future, awaits us
In the halls of Fólkvangr and Valhǫll-aah

I see death all around
Valkyrjur are diving from the sky
They try lifting my body from the ground
But I rise and continue to fight

My fate is ruled by my deeds
Beware the day I die
For I have earned the right
To return with my brothers

Through the mist, through fire
Our serpents never tire
We will burn your sacred lands

You can't stop us, nothing breaks us
Bloodsworn future, awaits us
In the halls of Fólkvangr and Valhǫll-aah