• The Herald calls
    It's time to fight
    Feast no more
    Blood shall sate your thirst
    In hallowed halls
    The men of might
    Prepare for gore
    It's time to do battle, for better or worst

    Charge old soul
    Pick up your axe
    Swing it hard
    And then relax
    But be quick
    Your foes are not few
    To you they are trees
    Which you must hew

    Oh Valhalla
    What a great place to be
    Feasting before battle
    Battle until death
    Rebirth and feasting again
    All in the presence of such lovely Valkyries
    Paradise...
    At long...
    Last...