Souls fly to Valhalla    From the hills that run red    We fight the nameless enemy    Eaters of the dead       The coming of the fireworm    Its thunderous sound we dread    They ride to feed their queen tonight    And make trophies of our heads       Eaters of the dead       The thunder caves we ride to    Into the realm of dread    Destroy the savage Vendor    Our victorys ahead       Eaters of the dead       Lo there I see my father    Lo there I see my mother    Lo there I see my sister    Lo there I see my brother    Lo there I see my people    From days long past they summon    To take my place among them    Our dead shall live forever!