Road to Valhalla

[Verse 1]
Frost on my beard
Blood in my hand
Ravens above us
Calling our band
Shields in a circle
Boots in the mud
One more battle
One more flood of blood
[Chorus]
On the road to Valhalla
Where the brave don't fall
Spears held high
We are laughing at the wall (hey!)
If we die
Let us die
With our names in the hall
On the road
On the road to Valhalla
[Verse 2]
Fire in our throats
Iron in our bones
Wind sings louder
Than the cracking of stones
Oars cut the black sea
Storms spit and howl
We just roar back
Raise a final vow
[Chorus]
On the road to Valhalla
Where the brave don't fall
Spears held high
We are laughing at the wall (yeah!)
If we die
Let us die
With our names in the hall
On the road
On the road to Valhalla
[Bridge]
[Drums and bass drop
Low chant]
If my shield breaks
Let my spirit stand
If my lungs fill
Let me drink this land
If the dark comes
Let it find me proud
Sword in the air
Singing out loud (ho!)
[Chorus]
On the road to Valhalla
Where the brave don't fall
Spears held high
We are laughing at the wall
If we die
Let us die
With our names in the hall
On the road
On the road
On the road
On the road to Valhalla (woah)

rock, Thunderous Viking rock with male vocals; overdriven guitars locked to a stomping tom-heavy groove, gang shouts on the hook. Verses stay tense and tight with low chanted harmonies and palm-muted riffs; chorus explodes wide with open chords, ride cymbal, and soaring lead vocal. Mid-song bridge drops to drums and bass with a gritty spoken-sung line, then roars back in with a twin-guitar lead over the final hook.