Into Battle (Folkodia)

Raised viking sails, The grinding of axes: One takes up the sword The other the spear and bow Wives they left behind And their children alike; Their enemies awaiting Standing on the shoreline: 'Ere the night They shall die! Back home again Few shall return... To victory, through honor first, In valhalla they shall find rest! Odin's warriors they shall remain Forever more, 'till victory one day!