⚔️ Find the full fight in the "Ferrum et Fides" playlist ⚔️: https://suno.com/playlist/7ca9cb2c-5349-412c-a59b-698d4c2e5621 ---- Charging through the thunder, axe in hand (yeah!) Destined for Valhalla, my glorious end planned. Battle cries roaring, I can’t wait to fight, Tonight I meet Odin unless there’s a slight… Issue at home, oh no, can’t deny. Shield-maiden wife, with fury in her eye. I scream, “Valhalla!” (oooh) She screams: “Not today!” (yeah!) My epic death postponed again. She won’t let me slay! (She won’t let me slay!) Sharpened my sword, polished my helm, Dreaming of mead halls, battles overwhelm. But before I charge, her voice cuts in loud: “Take out the trash first, you’re far too proud!” Mighty in battle, but at home I shrink. No berserker rage, when dishes hit the sink! I scream, “Valhalla!” (oooh) She screams: “Not today!” (yeah!) Put down your axe, pick up your mop. Today, death, you don’t! (Today, death, you don’t!) Glorious demise? Denied again! Washing dishes now, not slaying men. Battlefield awaits, but chores come first. I swear by Thor - marriage is the worst! “No battlefields, till these floors shine bright! You wanna see Odin? Maybe next fight!” I scream, “Valhalla!” (oooh) She shouts: “Stay right here!” (yeah!) Clean the stable, feed the goat. Maybe die next year! (Maybe die next year!) Death in battle, glory I seek. But not today, my wife’s critique. Warrior feared, known across the land. Yet my final battle’s with the frying pan!
