Valhalla Calls

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Female — breath-close)
Snow on your lashes, lover of storms,
I cup your face where the cold wind forms.
Ravens circle low, black ink on white,
Ancestors, keep him through this night.

[Verse 1]
(Male — whispered, first person)
My breath is a lantern, small fire in my hands,
Footprints staggering up these iron lands.
Steel in my ribs, but I still rise slow,
A prayer in my teeth, a name in the snow.
I taste the north — salt, iron, pine,
The sky is a wound that refuses to shine.
If this is the road where the fallen go,
Then let it be mine; let the white peaks know.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Male, growing; low male chants begin under)
The wind speaks old, I hear it say my name,
Drums in the drift, far thunder like a flame.
(Hey!) Shields on the backs of ghosts I feel,
(Hey!) I set my jaw, I lift my steel.
(Female — soft thread above)
If you must go, don’t go alone,
Follow the fire, follow it home.

[Chorus]
(Male — full, female harmonies; chant under)
I hear the halls through the storming squall,
Ravens write the path; I stand, I fall—
Valhalla calls, Valhalla calls,
I answer with a raised, unbreaking wall.
Hold up the shield where the nightlight crawls,
Red steam on the drift, my heartbeat mauls—
Valhalla calls, Valhalla calls,
I am not afraid; I give my all.

[Build]
(Male)
Step by step on the knife of the ridge,
Ice in the beard, bones like a bridge.
(Hey!) The war-drum rolls from beyond the pall,
(Female)
I’ll light the way with my whispered call—
(Male, louder)
Valhalla—!

[Drop]
[Instrumental Drop — Violin screams the main theme over halftime war drums and growling bass; low brass hits; male chant choir under: “HEY! HEY! Val-hal-la calls!”]

[Verse 2]
(Male — steadier, but raw)
The sky breaks cold with a golden seam,
Ravens tilt and vanish, black into gleam.
Old scars wake like wolves in the skin,
But my feet keep faith with the mountain’s spin.
I see a fire beyond the veil of frost,
Silver of the gates where the brave get lost.
I leave no plea on the teeth of the gale,
Only my name hammered into the hail.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
(Male, rising; chants stronger)
The drums get closer — an army in the snow,
A thousand boots in my single shadow.
(Hey!) Shields like suns, their edges bright,
(Hey!) I’m one more storm inside that light.
(Female — firmer, grieving turns to steel)
Go where they gather, go where they sing,
Carry my love on your wintering wing.

[Chorus 2]
(Male — larger; female counters; chants land hard)
I see the gates burn a hammered dawn,
Gold on the ice where my footprints are drawn—
Valhalla calls, Valhalla calls,
Home from the hunt, through the thundered squalls.
I raise my shield to the crying sky,
Lend me your fire if I fall tonight—
Valhalla calls, Valhalla calls,
I shout it back and refuse to die.

[Bridge]
(Everything strips; both near-whisper)
(Male)
If I close my eyes and the cold takes hold,
Lay me by the fire that our elders told.
(Female)
Lay him by the fire, but not to sleep—
(Male)
I’ll walk that hall before I weep.
(Female)
Follow the smoke where the lost are found—
(Male)
If death is a door, I break it down.

[Build 2]
(Male — rising grit; chants marching)
I plant my feet in the ruin of pain,
Hear the iron choir call my name.
(Hey!) Beat of the earth, blood of the sea,
(Hey!) Open the gates — I’m coming free!
(Female)
Go, and the ravens will clear your sky—
(Male, roaring)
Valhalla—!

[Drop 2]
[Instrumental Drop — Bigger choir; violin leads a fiercer, modal theme over heavier halftime hits; dubstep growl and low brass surge; male chant choir stacked: “HEY! HEY! HEY! Val-hal-la calls!”]

[Breakdown]
(Almost silence — one piano note, distant wind)
(Male — cracked whisper)
The snow listens.
(Female — hush)
I am still here.
(Male)
Val… halla… calls.

[Chant Break]
(Male chant choir — pure rhythm, stomps and taiko; violin stabs answering)
HEY! HEY! HEY! — Val-hal-la calls!
HEY! HEY! HEY! — Raise shields, stand tall!
HEY! HEY! HEY! — Val-hal-la calls!
HEY! (HEY!) HEY! (HEY!) — We do not fall!

[Final Drop]
[Instrumental Drop — Ultimate peak; solo violin soars with triumphant, aching melody; war drums and live kit slam halftime; low brass and growling bass surge; massive male chant choir “Valhalla calls!” in waves; electric guitar underlines the theme]

[Outro]
(Female — soft, close)
Snow on your lashes melts in the flame.
(Male — quiet, sure)
I walk through gold, and I keep my name.
(Together — breath)
Valhalla calls…
(violin fades like a raven’s wing into the wind)