Fighting And Feasting - White Skull

The northern warriors pray

The hurted bodies raise

TYR God of war they praise

He’s really proud to fall

Fall under the sharp blade

The only way to die

They vowed to die arms in hand (in hand)

Valhalla joy’s waiting for them

White-armed maidens named

The coosers of the slain

Will take them to the Reign

They fill the Heroes horns

Someone looks like a skull

The drink of Gods they taste

Fightin' hardly the Heroes die

But the wounds are healed

Feasting the Heroes days

They will live forever