Over the ground on the leaving land
We stand united on our way to forever
Under the mound time will take it's toll
We fall divided and it seems that we never learn
Who is right
Who is wrong
See the light
Right is always there where we belong
We all died
When you fell
Far and wide
Waiting one to take the ride to hel
Birds of a feather
What's holding us together
When ways lead north and neither
Through rain and heavy weather we ride
Though mothers cry
Even though fathers try
To raise the dead
The last word said
So we still learn
That where is no return
Back from Hel, back from Hel, from Hel
Try as you may, you can't make all mourn
We're born alone and only death is our dowry
There he will stay, left to wonder why
We die alone into from where there is no return
Who has won
Who has lost
Boldest son
Sent away and you will count the cost
We all died
When you fell
Far and wide
Waiting one to take the ride to hel
Betrayn, forsaken
With lies my life was taken
The woes of war awaken
Alone, betrayn, forsaken inside
The Ride to Hel was written by Heri Joensen & Traditional.
The Ride to Hel was produced by Týr.