I will fight until I die
with the fury of Odin and the strength of Thor
I'll guard the bridge from the coming horde
Till the Valkyries come and to Valhalla I ride

death of the English
will come at my hand
at the blade of my ax
at the thrust of my sword

Unprepared for the English to march on us
See the dust that they kick up, the shine of their helms and spears
Send my brothers back to the boats to gather up their arms
I will fight this army alone, sending them all to Hel
as they approach the bridge I guard I will hack them down
dozens of men die at my blade, my body knows no pain
a man floats down under the bridge and spears me stem to stern
as i see the flying horses approach Saxons pour over the bridge

We will fight until we die
with the fury of Odin and the strength of Thor
We'll guard the field from the coming horde
Till the Valkyries come and to Valhalla we ride

death of the English
will come at our hand
at the blade of our ax
at the thrust of our sword

the English pour over the bridge to the west
as they charge across the field we raise our shields
the sound clanging steel and screaming death fill the air
as their blood turns this earth to mud
we fight all day long outnumbered two to one
our king fights side by side a warrior all his life
he takes down two men at a time, an arrow is shot in his neck
now we fight with unholy rage they will lose the same

We will fight until we die
with the fury of Odin and the strength of Thor
We'll guard the field from the coming horde
Till the Valkyries come and to Valhalla we ride

death of the English
will come at our hand
at the blade of our ax
at the thrust of our sword

Now we fight with our king dead
make a ring around his corpse
fight till the last man dies
we fall one by one
but as brothers we fight
and as brothers we die
see the flying horses appear
and to Valhalla we ride