Drinking in Valhalla
There's nothing quiet like it

The halls are filled
From brim to brim

The songs are sung
Without a whim

There is no fill to be fulfilled
Nor steakes to be unclaimed

We feast until we want some  more
We get it all and it is adored

The cups are poured
And drank just as fast

We've made it to our promised place
The warriors of ash and stone have taken their thrones in all their grace

And after the evening that runs as long
As so many moons as there are sons

We don't ask
We take

We are the legends
That have carved our rightful place

Amongst the face
Of eternities embrace

For all time
They will never make the same mistake

To say we were never here
No not one bit

It is us that have taken
The glory of it