Where do all the dead men go from the battlefields?
Where are their exploded bones, their useless swords and shields?
In the Hall of Ancient gods, are they now at pieace?

Or are they fighting evermore to earn their last release?

Midgard, Heaven, Kingdom Come
Are they all the same?
Fallen heroes, warriors
The valiant, the slain
Did they believe or did they die in vain?

Immortal dead, brothers and sons
When all is said and all is done
Running for your life, dying for the cause
Pawns in the game, voices from the war

The men they march away to fight, their fate is never clean
They never all come home again to tell of what they´ve seen

In the battles bloody fury is the verdict just?
Executioner, judge and jury, forgotten in the dust

Valhalla, Happy hunting ground
Are they all the same?
Fallen heroes, warriors the valiant the slain
Did they believe or did they die ashamed

Immortal dead, brothers and sons
All is said, all is done
Fighting to the death, what did they do it for?
Soldiers of the cross, voices from the war

The battlefields are silent now, the graves all look the same
The crosses without number and so many without names

In the battles misery drowned in blood and fear
A hundred, hundred, thousand for a hundred thousand years

Are they in a better place?
Or do they lie unclaimed?
The heroes, the deserters, the cowardly, the shamed
Did they know or did they die insane?

Mourn for the lost, Stolen from their lives
Gone before their time, no chance to say goodbye
Fighting to the death, how could they be so sure?
Voices from the grave, voices from the war
Voices from the war
Voices from the war