Thunder of Valhalla

(ahhhh) Across the bridge of shifting light

We ride into the frozen night

The golden spires begin to gleam

More ancient than a mortal dream

The northern winds begin to howl

The shadow falls on midgard soil

But high above the clouds we rise

With fire burning in our eyes

Asgard!

Gates of gold and stone!

Asgard! High upon the throne!

Where the thunder meets the sky

And the ancient banners fly!

(hey! hey!)

The hall of shields is shining bright

Where fallen heroes feast tonight

The raven whispers on the wind

Of wars we lost and worlds we win

Asgard... (ahhhh)