Valhalla Calling

Fire in the sky.
Calling me home, through the fire and snow.
Voices of an oak, in the cold wind blow.
Shadows in the night, but the stars still glow.
If I fall tonight, let the whole world know.
Calling me home where the oak gods stand,
Through the storm and the blood-red sand.
The sky falls down and the rivers run slow,
Hear my name in the winter snow.
Ha, ha, ha.