Skora - Valhalla Lyrics

Battleworn and tired, fearing death we still ride
Souless and broken, unsheathe your blade, the angels of death will take us away

Ghosts crawling to light
Promise valhalla
The dead will be honoured

I feel it, it welcomes me, raise your fists in valhalla's name
I see it, it calls to me, die in the name of valhalla's grace

Coin for favour they lie, no one ever survives
The fallen and deathless rise as the heroes laugh at our crimes

The dead will be honoured

Died for nothing
It was all lies
Life slips through my fingers, as night turns to black