Letra de Prelude: Heading for The Golden Hall / Storms of Asgard
With the cold northern wind we travel We're on a journey of a lifetime And we'll fight many battles on our wayWe'll trample the bodies of the dead as we travel We'll go on 'til the day we die And reach our destinationThe golden gates of Valhalla!A desolate aeon has passed since the demise of our crown A tragic end which made hecates and predictors wail But dragons still sleep tranquil in proud heathen heartsAt first they came wearing their most innocent masques Telling vikings vague stories about a nazarene whelp While keeping their swords drawn behind their backsStorms of Asgard Engulf the unfaithful Storms of Asgard Reclaim your throneThey spread their odious thorns all over northern soil Some unfaithful sheeps swore allegiance to them But some rather diedTheir craving and megalomania became too much Raping northern soil before pagan eyes spawned hate There where great battles but the outcome were notThe pagan's volcanic wrath is still alive in our hearts And the white veil which still covers us Will be torn apartStorms of Asgard Engulf the unfaithful Storms of Asgard Reclaim your throne