Draugr Balled - Journey To Valhalla

If I fall on the field,
Then I rise in the fire; I was built for the blade and the funeral pyre.
From fjords to Valhalla, I rise,
I rise; every scar that I carry is a war god's sign.
Let the dead men mutter,
Let the ravens decide; I will never taste fear,
Only steel and pride.
If I die today,