Souls fly to Valhalla
From the hills that run red
We fight the nameless enemy
Eaters of the dead
The coming of the fireworm
Its thunderous sound we dread
They ride to feed their queen tonight
And make trophies of our heads
Eaters of the dead
The thunder caves we ride to
Into the realm of dread
Destroy the savage Vendor
Our victorys ahead
Eaters of the dead
Lo there I see my father
Lo there I see my mother
Lo there I see my sister
Lo there I see my brother
Lo there I see my people
From days long past they summon
To take my place among them
Our dead shall live forever!