

{thunder roll} {heavy low brass swell} (ahhhh) {low
drone}
Across the bridge of shifting light
We ride into the frozen night
The golden spires begin to gleam
More ancient than a mortal dream
{anvil strikes} 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 {tempo swell}
Asgard!
Gates of gold and stone!
Asgard! High upon the throne!
Where the thunder meets the sky
And the ancient banners fly!
(hey! hey!)
{orchestral blast} 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
{muted guitar riff} {shredding guitar solo} {harmonized lead guitars} {epic double-bass drums}
Asgard...
(ahhhh) {final massive thunder strike} {orchestral decay}