Rumbling thunder cracks the sky
And rain starts pouring down
Lightning strikes a cold bright light

Upon the blooddrenched ground

The sword play is hard

And many falls
Steel bites sharp in bflesh
And upon a mountain

Towering tall
Stands the messengers of death


Five hor!@&( in armour bright
Waiting in the flashing light
Looking down upon the field

Where Vikings fight with axe and shield

On stallions black as night

With eyes burning red
They ride with thunder to the fight
Deliverance of certain death


A warcry loud as hHeimdall'shorne
Echoes across the land

Enemies who hear it freeze to the bone
Friends of doom proudly stands


They ride faster than the wind
With lightning speed they strike
Black ravens follow where they've been

To feed from those died

With power they vield their swords

As they ride down fleeing men
Sending them to Hel's dark court
To never come back again


The warriors ride once more
To the mountain from which they came

Once sent by the Gods to war
And they never return in shame