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(haaa-aaah-aaaah) The skies are splitting wide with fire (fire) The northern winds of
fate conspire
We march with blades of frozen steel To make the ancient giants
kneel
The horn of ruin sounds the end
(ahhh) The gates of gold will break and bend
Storm the golden gates of light!
Ride the thunder through the night!
Valhalla claims the brave and bold
In songs of iron,
blood, and
gold!
(Valhalla!) The old world crumbles into ash
As lightning strikes and shields clash
Our names are carved in monoliths
We are the fire,
we are the myths
(the myths)
Storm the gates... (Valhalla...)