Horns, of all color and shapes,
blowing, blowing for our armies to come,
drumming, drumming oh the sound of war to come.


Metal to stone, and fire to steel, lets hear those
Thunderous horns, as we march into war, banging
on those deer skin drums

like a rush, right into my veins, I want to hear those horns
even my own heart just seems to beat like the drums
so my brothers and sisters let us sound those horns
beating our shields like drums
to the rhythm of war
come o brother’s and sisters
blow your horns and beat the shields like drums, for
the Rhythm of war leads us
to ever lasting eternity in Valhalla