Valhalla Beckons

If heaven cracks— I ask for more.
With fire, iron, faith,
And flame— I carry the gods inside my name.
Valhalla calls— I break the line.
Through rain and cry— Then battle signs.
From shore to shore— From flame to foam— I bring the warmth— And call it home.
Valhalla calls— We hear it now— No night or light can make us bound.
We are the steel, the hunger,
The sound— We are the legend the drums have found.
Valhalla calls— We rise as one— Through ash and frost,
Through moon and sun.