We were the warriors of the north
We'd never lost a fight in war
The ruler of this northern court
He always had our loyal swords
But we would feel his sting
The aging king had no descendants
No heir to take his throne
It filled his soul with fear
That next in line was my first-born
And we fell to his vile deceit
Robbed of arms, robbed of pride
The fear he had of Oden's wrath
With hearts so cold we left our homes
A life in shame, a life in grief
Winters come, winters pass
We're aging men, our youth is gone
Winters come and winters pass
Like a dream we fade away
We are the warriors of the north
We're old but strong as before
And we don't fear the grave
From the south an army rises
They ride under cross of gold
From the shades we're called
To defend the king now weak and old
As the flames of warfare rage higher
We feel our destiny's embrace
We are aging men of an old empire
Now we can see Valhalla's gates
To reach Valhalla's mighty gates
To reach Valhalla's mighty
WRITERS
TED OSCAR LUNDSTROEM, OLAVI MIKKONEN, JOHAN SOEDERBERG, FREDRIK ANDERSSON, JOHAN HEGG