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You have Long kept the TruthYou're a man of the swordthe Great among this landYour are a son of mine, Fierce and Proudmany trolls slain by your handMurdered by a traitorAlien to meFalse promises lined his lipsHe came for gold, Fled into the nightWhile the sons of the gods would stand and fight.Can you hear the call of the GjallahornThe burning pride within your hearFor few of this age have come to hearThe voice of the ancient heathen bloodValkyries Ride to bring you back homewith your ancestors; awaiting your arrivalLong have we had to prepare your seatfor the feast at the table of the gods of oldOdin at his throne in the hall of valhallabids you welcome to these holy groundsLay down your swordTake up your hornAnd partake the sacred mead of asgardCan you hear the sound of the GjalarhornThe burning pride within your heartsFor few of this age have come to hearThe voice of the ancient heathen blood Aus Songtexte Mania