He is descended from giants.

His father Loki,

God of fire, 

Is the sworn blood brother to Odin himself.

He rides across land, sea and air,

From the land of the living, 

to the land of The dead. 

This eight legged steed crosses eight

From eight directions, 

Into eight dimensions...

He is bringer of the Valiant dead,

From the battlefield to Valhalla!



Carry we who die in battle

Over land and sea,

Across the rainbow bridge to Valhalla!

Odin's waiting for me!



He was born of giants...

His icy coat is gray...

At night he rides into the world of death,

The living by day!



One day on his back I shall ride,

From the battlefield into the sky!

Borne by Valkyries we valiant dead,

Into the hall of heroes shall be led!



Ride down from Asgard,

To the battlefield!

Bringer of the valiant dead,

Who died but never yielded!



Carry we who die in battle

Over land and sea,

Across the rainbow bridge to Valhalla!

Odin's waiting for me!



Faster then the fastest horse alive.

The living son of fire rides,

From the halls of across the sky,

To the world of gods and men!



Eight legs and magic runes

Carved upon his teeth.

Thunder and lightning

Sound beneath his feet!

On his back the war god Odin rides,

Sword and magic spear held high!



Ride down from Asgard,

To the battlefield!

Bringer of the valiant dead,

Who died but never yielded!



Carry we who die in battle

Over land and sea,

Across the rainbow bridge to Valhalla!

Odin's waiting for me!