The Last Hall
Valhalla Ragnarok
This is the last hall
Burn it down
The jarl does not leave his hall
I raise these walls, with my own two hands
I buried my friends, in the frozen lands
I fed the fire, for forty years
Drank with the bold, wept on his tears
Now torches come through the falling snow
This is the night that I won't let go
I've lived my saga long and true
The roof will burn, and I will too
I turn to my sons with the iron in my chest
Run through the back, let the old men rest
You carry the line through the dark and the cold
Someone must live to let the saga be told
They grip my arm, they will not hard
I push them off with the breaking heart
The young must run, the line must stand
The hall is mine, this is my land
Drop the bar, hold the door
The hawk could stand, forever more
No way out, no way back
We hold the hall, through the black
Burn the roof, I will not run
Burn the roof, I will not run
This is my hall, this is my throne
Send them on, I hold the door
I died a jarl, I ask no more
Burn the roof, I will not run
Burn the roof, I will not run
Send them on, I hold the door
I died a jarl, I ask no more
The doors break in and the steel sings loud
The hearth God falls old and proud
Each one who drops by a breath of time
For the ones who run through them snow and pine
I take my place by the burning beam
The smoke climbs high like a fading dream
Step by step I hold my ground
Back to the seat where my name was crowned
I run through the white with the children's hands
Looking back once at the burning land
The hall is fire on the dark horizon
A pillar of flame where my father is rising
I carry his name like a torch in the cold
I carry the saga that has to be told
The walls will fall, but the bloodline stays
I will not let it burn away
Through the snow, through the night
I hold his fire, burning bright
He stayed behind, so we could go
I carry the flame through the snow
Burn the roof, I will not run
Burn the roof, I will not run
This is my hall, this is my throne
Send them on, I hold the door
I died a jarl, I ask no more
Burn the roof, I will not run
Burn the roof, I will not run
Send them on, I hold the door
I died a jarl, I ask no more
The last man falls and the hall is mine
I walk through the smoke to the seed of pine
I sit one last time where I ruled the years
Sword on my knees, no room for fears
I will not rise, I will not sleep
This burning hall was built by me
Let the fire take what the years have known
That does not die, on his feet alone
On the far white hill we stop and stand
Watching the fire take the land
I whisper his name to the child he saved
The hall is gone, but the man stays brave
The smoke climbs high, to the waiting sky
A name like his, will never die
The wood will fall, the flame will roam
But the blood he gave us carries us home
Hold the hall, hold the hall
Through the fire, through the floor
By the seats, by the flame
We carry on, we carry the name
We carry the name
Burn the roof, I will not run
Burn the roof, I will not run
This is my hall, this is my throne
Send them on, I hold the door
I died a jarl, I ask no more
Burn the roof, I will not run
Burn the roof, I will not run
Send them on, I hold the door
I died a jarl, I ask no more