Thirty years of piracy and death This will be my last journey We’re the horde and it’s our day! Fate will not govern my end It is my life My way to die My wealth and home are for my wife My son will wear my armour and serve with honour Winter year 864 We’ll take this land Our danelaw! We’re the horde and it’s our day! The brits are straight in front of us I see their armour shining I sense them fearing us I’ve always been a hard man But I'm tired of this violence I’ll leave this world By the blade! I desire to have some rest And meet my dead friends I’ll leave this world In valkyrie’s hand! They see us as bloody freaks We’re the pagan fighters We’re the horde and it’s our day! I put my axe in three heads Suddenly there’s bare steel in my back Life runs out of me, my eyes become vacant, darkness seizes me, finally I see Valkyries on their wolves! My gaze crosses yours The cold of your sight reveals my deepest fears Loneliness, banishment and despair I must be strong enough To accept and become an einherjar! Your contact evaporates my hate I left human’s world To serve the God’s In their realm The valhalla until the end