Lur Horn’s Call

Make the horns foretell their fall, two hundred thousand hear the call
Battle under watcher's eye, here the men and heroes die


Along the fields of battle, out on the Swedish plains
Shield-maiden fights among, the raging men
You will not die from aging, You won't pass down to Her
This is your quest for dying, Your despair


Make the Lur Horns sound the call, forty thousand men shall fall
Blind he rides and blind he fought, dies still holding both his swords


Along the fields of battle, out on the Swedish plains
Shield-maiden fights among, The raging men
You will not die from aging, you won't pass down to her
This is your quest for dying, Your despair


Odin take this life, a war made up for you
I fly above the battlefield


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