folkmetal

Far far away, way up in the cold north There is a land where men with long beards live They play with axes and knives and they drink mead And I think they drink absolutely too much mead. Mead, Mead! Drink until you wake up in Valhalla. We're northmen and mad every single one! Mead, Mead! Drink until you wake up in Valhalla. We're northmen and mad every single one! Great wars have we endured Great art have we always formed Great kingdoms have we ruled And great kegs of mead have we drunk. Mead, mead! Drink until you wake up in Valhalla. We're northmen and mad every single one! Mead, Mead! Drink until you wake up in Valhalla.