God of Thunder, Who crack the sky, Swing your hammer way up high.
In chariot of gold, ride across the clouds. The black storm is unfold, burning mist is but a shroud.
Seeds and Honey, Milk and Blood, A sacrifice to Thunder God.
Layed in ship of Oak, On final sail to fate. Steel is at side, Drifting to the open gates of
Valhalla, Sheilds of Gold. Valhalla, Great warriors hall.
I swing my sword in the wind, I feel the powers from within.
Valhalla, Valhalla
God of Thunder, Lightning rain, The winds of Glory whispers your name.
Pounding Pounding of hoofs and wheels, Forks of lightning at your heels.
Sword of steel, Held up high, Lightning strikes from blackened skies.
Fallen heroes in battle slain, Awaits my arrival at the gates of
Valhalla, Sheilds of gold, Valhalla, Great warriors hall.
I raise my fist to the air, I the creed of powers and glory swear.
Words written by Quorthon/Black Mark 1989