A mighty warrior is driven by desire
To walk throughout his country namelessly
The people bow and go before him casting flowers
Make sacrifices in his name to victory
He can't relinquish what he cannot even question
His fingers stained with mortal blood
The forces perched upon the brink of all destruction
The balance must not be undone
All roads lead to Valhalla
All roads lead to Valhalla
The angry warlords will demand he wield his power
His hand has felled a thousand men
He bears the mantle of his birthright without pleasure
For soon the sun will rise and he will kill again
All roads lead to Valhalla
All roads lead to Valhalla
All roads lead to Valhalla
All roads lead to Valhalla
All roads lead to Valhalla
All roads lead to Valhalla