Journey To Valhalla

See smoke on the shore that's a promise not lost; every village in my path,
Just a line I cross.
Roots hit land and the ground start to shake; heart like a hammer when the shield rims quake.
Teeth like wolves when we tear that gate; we don't talk 'bout peace,
That's a word I break.
I spit in the face of the curse they cast; if the gods want blood,
They can take it fast.
I got kin on my back,
I got ghosts in the mast; and the war song pounded like it forged from brass.