At the dawn of time, when nature was a child Men bearing crosses, drove us to the wild In the misty highlands, a fight to the death The warrior survives, to take another breath And the wind will carry us home As the blood moon rises No strength to carry on Find a holy priest, in a foreign land A wise man to trust, to give a helping hand He tries to find the past, this warrior from hell With a premonition, a vision he can tell And the wind will carry us home As the blood moon rises No strength to carry on Warrior, silent sacrifice Warrior, born to pay the price Valhalla rising