Mist of Time

(Verse 1) In the fjords of the North, where the cold winds bite, Viking warriors rise in the pale moonlight. Longships cutting through the icy blue, Sails unfurled, to the unknown we pursue. (Chorus) For the glory of Valhalla, we ride the stormy seas, With Odin's blessing, we do as we please. The clash of steel, the battle cry, Under the Norse sky, we live and die. (Verse 2) Mead in our halls, and tales by the fire, Songs of the raids, of the funeral pyre. We carve our runes, our legacy in stone, In the sagas of old, our fates are known. (Chorus) For the glory of Valhalla, we ride the stormy seas, With Odin's blessing, we do as we please. The clash of steel, the battle cry, Under the Norse sky, we live and die. (Bridge) Through the mist of time, our legends echo, In the heart of the North, where the cold winds bellow. We are the sons and daughters of the ice and snow, In the land of the midnight sun, our spirits glow. (Outro) So raise your horns, to the sky so vast, In the name of the Allfather, our lot is cast. We are the Vikings, wild and free, In life or death, forever shall we be. (Verse 1) In the fjords of the North, where the cold winds bite, Viking warriors rise in the pale moonlight. Longships cutting through the icy blue, Sails unfurled, to the unknown we pursue. (Chorus) For the glory of Valhalla, we ride the stormy seas, With Odin's blessing, we do as we please. The clash of steel, the battle cry, Under the Norse sky, we live and die. (Verse 2) Mead in our halls, and tales by the fire, Songs of the raids, of the funeral pyre. We carve our runes, our legacy in stone, In the sagas of old, our fates are known. (Chorus) For the glory of Valhalla, we ride the stormy seas, With Odin's blessing, we do as we please. The clash of steel, the battle cry, Under the Norse sky, we live and die. (Bridge) Through the mist of time, our legends echo, In the heart of the North, where the cold winds bellow. We are the sons and daughters of the ice and snow, In the land of the midnight sun, our spirits glow. (Outro) So raise your horns, to the sky so vast, In the name of the Allfather, our lot is cast. We are the Vikings, wild and free, In life or death, forever shall we be.