Peyton (Lead) / Gav (Low Octave): VALHALLA CALLING!Through the fire and the mist! Gav (Lead) / Peyton (High Harmony): VALHALLA CALLING!By the hammer and the fist! Both: Odin, guide our blades tonight,Lead us to the eternal light!Valhalla calling!VALHALLA CALLING ME!
(The scene opens on a mist-shrouded fjord. Two figures stand on the prow of a longship, their voices weaving through the roar of the crashing waves.)
(The music drops to a heavy, tribal percussion beat. They trade lines rapidly, building tension.) Gav: We sail for honor. Peyton: We sail for gold! Gav: For the sagas... Peyton: Yet to be told! Gav: My brother’s shadow... Peyton: Walks by my side! Both: (Screamed) WITH NOWHERE LEFT FOR THE WEAK TO HIDE! Peyton (Lead) / Gav (Low Octave): VALHALLA CALLING
(Voice cracking with raw power)The longships dance on white-capped foam,The salt and spray shall lead us home!No chains can bind the Viking soul,To reach the shore, that is the goal!With axes high and shields aligned,Leave the peaceful world behind!
(Deep, rhythmic drumming begins, mimicking a heartbeat. A low, distorted bass growl settles in.) Gav: (Low, melodic growl) Farewell to thunder... Peyton: (High, gritty rasp) Farewell to rain... Both: (Harmonizing in a guttural roar) THE NORTH IS CALLING OUR NAMES! (The scene opens on a mist-shrouded fjord
(Everything explodes—choirs, heavy drums, and maximum vocal grit.) Both: VALHALLA CALLING!From the mountains to the shore!VALHALLA CALLING!Hear the mighty lion’s roar!Odin, take us to the hall,Where the brave shall never fall!Valhalla calling!VALHALLA CALLING ME!
(A soaring, folk-metal melody intertwines with a heavy, chugging riff.) Peyton: We sail for gold
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