Valhalla

"Behold ! Valhalla proudly shrouds, Her towers in the ambient clouds: Five hundred portals grace the side, With forty more unfolding wide. Thro' ev'ry gate in war array, With banners streaming to the day, Eight hundred warriors passage find, When for martial deeds inclin'd."

"Ah, ah, We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. The hammer of the gods, we'll drive our ships to new lands, To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming! On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore."