From the recording Burning Through the Fields
Lyrics
Valhalla
by Craig Hyatt
With the windows down and the radio up
And the one on your right screaming no!
Put the pedal down and your finger up
You’ve got to give free will control
Blood red streaking
Residue
You’re final ride into the night
May god have mercy on you
Valhalla, here we go
Burning through the fields to the halls of gold
Shutters drawn, the street’s rolled up
You’ve got no place to go
Breathing so heavy and the lights are dim
You pray to God to save your soul
In the dark he lurks waiting for the chance
You’re final ride into the night
This is your last stand
Valhalla, here we go
Burning through the fields to the halls of gold
Like ashes the knife fell down
Black cake covers all
Valhalla, here we go
Burning through the fields to the halls of gold