Far from the north, as they came down the river
Ships moving forth, they descended on York
Threat to the crown, the invasion was met from the south
March through the town, onto the bridge
1, 2, 3, 4, all around him they’re falling
5, 6, 7, 8, 40 facing the axe
Fighting, halls of Valhalla waiting, never surrender
Slay them, berserker rage and mayhem, over the river
He’s fighting, halls of Valhalla waiting, never surrender
Slay them, facing the charge alone
Blood they will bring, form a shield wall to face them
Death of a king, make a stand for revenge
Heeding the call, as the fallen in battle remain
Enter the hall, to the home of the slain
On that day in September
As the end of an era draws near
Will the future remember
How it ended, a Berserker pierced by a spear
