The warriors of Asgard fly  Their seeds across the sky  Lightning snaps from shield and sword  The god that never die  Helmets shining  Spears aligning  As they ride  Hallowed knights on golden chargers  Screaming as they say  Pray...to the godz of wrath  Speedin in the silver morning  Sunshine lights their day  Eyes a sparkle, spirits soaring  Nothing bars their way  Helmets shining  Spears aligning  As they ride  Golden gods on golden chargers  Screaming as they say  Pray...to the godz of wrath  Great swords swung against their foes  Cries of battle end the air  Thunder rolls across the sky  Of the gods of wrath beware  Helmets shining  Spears aligning  As they ride  Savage lords on golden chargers  Screaming as they say  Pray...to the godz of wrath