Swedish Pagans, marching a shore Forged in Valhalla by the hammer of Thor Out from Asgaard, a viking ship sails Never to turn back again As the fire inside Is ignited by bloodshed In berserkers from north Could it be as was said When the serpent be woken

Loving you is easier than anything I'll ever do again I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle as she flies Turning on the world the way you smiled upon my soul as I lay dying

When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that

It's alright These whereabouts unknown Please know you can come home I long for the moment Our silence is broken It's alright now To the ends of this lost world You have marched and you have sworn To a tainted crown of thorns

March again Notorious and brave We were the warriors of the north We'd never lost a fight in war We feared not the grave The ruler of this northern court My brother, lord, king He always had our loyal swords

Eyes flare, this glow becomes our lanterns We are searching for truth, but find dust and dirt Though sight falls hard, trudge headfirst and forget what matters Caught in the trample of the tow, bones scrape against the asphalt Gaze into the depth and try