While the sun for man is setting
When the skies crumble down
Glory is the hope that I see
In the death all around

Now we all are marching with a vengeance that would
Break a time of endless winter nights
Following the wyrd with every tactic of defense
So that there's never any room for second thoughts

Every time that I feel the life running through my veins
I take my fate to cast off a fear of death by the sword
When my time to die has become as real as life
No mastery of war will become my saving grace

Odin will arise and welcome
All of us warriors
Fight by day and feast by night to
Make our lives heavenly

Following the wyrd is a trust in the cycle of fate
The past hints a future reflecting on my true nature
So if I'm good I'll face my enemies in strife
For if I die, let it be and hold my head up high

To Valhalla I will go, for I follow the Wyrd

Enough submission
Hours have passed and neither has spoken
All morals aside
They might be equal, but power sounds loudest of all