[Music/Lyrics: Amon Amarth]

A battle on a distant shore

Seawolves' wrath sweeps the land
Down from the sky Valkyries ride
And walk the field, hallowed by Tyr


The fight is hard, axes swung
Swords bite sharp, men are slain

The ground turns red, blood-soaked field
Dead man's last bed and Oden sees


Vikings fall, in blood they lie
The web of Horns
They've met their fate

With shield and sword
They're brought in pride
To mighty doors of the Speargod's hall


The gates open and into the hall of braves
They silently walk

The one-eyed sits in glory might
Raises his cup and says:


"Pl vida faltet
Harman svingat
Det blankat svardet

Oeh banen mott
Till den hoges sal
De i ara forts

Oeh vid mjodet hor
Oden kvada"


Dawn breaks. The Einherjer goes to
Relive their last fight
With passion, swords held high

As they ride in the morning mist

The sun warms the air

War cries sound
"Tor Hjelpe!"
The battle begins


Charging horses with fire in breath
Rush to battle - in glory die!


Swords sing in joy
Again they cut

With shining edges
Blood-stained steel


Axes shine, again they're swung
Ripping flesh - death be done


The cold night comes
With charging darkness
To Oden's hall

The Einherjer return

A feast awaits until the next day

When warriors' eyes again shall burn