Lirieke: Crimson Glory. Valhalla.

Winds of Odin guide us over violent seas
The silent grave, Gods of thunder
Roaring, crackling power
In flashing light, they pound the night

Rising winds and howling fury
Towering shadows crashing down

As we awaken and behold the crystal seas
And ships of gold to the colored winds
The sails arise, the distant shore before us lies
Winds of Odin whisper over silent waves, no trace remains

We have found a new horizon
Far beyond the stars that shine above
Thrashing wings, valkyries rising
To the hollowed halls of Valhalla, Valhalla

Valhalla, Valhalla
Valhalla, Valhalla