Draugr Balled - Valhalla Calling

Cool.
Cold wind rising.
Fire in the sky.
Calling me home, through the fire and snow.
Voices of an oak, in the cold wind blow.
Shadows in the night, but the stars still glow.
If I fall tonight, let the whole world know.
Calling me home where the oak gods stand,
Through the storm and the blood-red sand.