The last hours of the last Viking

**Poetic slow intro:** A warrior stands, his head hung low. The clash of swords now far behind, No feast nor mead left to find. **Chorus:** Oh, the winter's bite so cruel and stark, A lone Viking's heart, once fierce, now dark. In the icy grip of a war-torn land, He seeks Valhalla's distant strand. **Verse 2:** The raven's call, a solemn sound, Over frozen fields, no life around. His breath a mist, his spirit frayed, In the endless night, his hope delayed. **Chorus:** Oh, the winter's bite so cruel and stark, A lone Viking's heart, once fierce, now dark. In the icy grip of a war-torn land, He seeks Valhalla's distant strand. **Bridge:** No fire to warm, no kin to mourn, In the silent world, he's forlorn. The gods look down with eyes so wide, As he walks the path, with no one by his side. **Outro:** So he marches on through the endless white, A ghostly figure in the pale moonlight. The warrior's song, a tale of woe, In the winter's hold, where the cold winds blow. **Outro:** So he marches on through the endless white, A ghostly figure in the pale moonlight. The warrior's song, a tale of woe, In the winter's hold, where the cold winds blow.