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In the mist I see them...

Trampling across the battlefield

Wherein now I lay in wait

Time to strike I shall not yield

When the sun strikes rays on

Snow covered trees branches rattle

Oh, the time is right for battle

Thunderous hoofs charge, now I must go

Utterance of a litany for Odin's grace

Heavy weighted sword I clutch to thee this day

Shield emblazoned carved with runes we pray

Offering a glorious death to my enemies

Winnowed last words drifting on the breeze

No time to mourn, or say goodbye

Or praise your prowess to my gods up high!

(Doom Part)

He watches... He whispers...

His ravens fly

I've fallen... I can't move...

Gray will fill this void of light

Blood is mine... This last gasp

Am I going home?

Odin... I call for thee.

Please take me... home!!!

Please take me home...

Valhalla The golden halls await

By Odin's might won't you set me free...

have I not proven myself in war?

Heimdall open up the gate for me!!

Where have I gone wrong? Have I failed?

Why am I not feasting with the gods?

Wherein I dwell, now my grace is gone.

Memories of the battle slain, now I am

From the mists I see the gathering storm

Ragnarok is coming now I must make haste