Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [low chant Building] Ho! Ho! Ho! To the lawns of Valhalla [Verse 1] Dawn smoke on the silent yard Steel steed sleeping by the shed Pull cord once It roars awake Green foes trembling where they tread [Pre-Chorus] Boots sink deep in the dew Breath like steam in the air This is my tiny war This is my battle prayer (hey!) [Chorus] Raise your blades My brothers Let the grass fall under us We scream like thunder Rolling past We mow We mow for Valhalla’s grass Push that fury through the field Striped glory Shining shield From the curb to the mountain pass We ride We ride on a mower of glass [Verse 2] Sun burns on my naked neck Clippings on my face like paint Neighbor stares Hears every shout Bows his head like to a saint [Pre-Chorus] Hands shake hard on the wheel Heart kicks hard with the drum Every stripe that lines the land Sings of kingdoms still to come (oh!) [Chorus] Raise your blades My brothers Let the grass fall under us We scream like thunder Rolling past We mow We mow for Valhalla’s grass Push that fury through the field Striped glory Shining shield From the curb to the mountain pass We ride We ride on a mower of glass [Bridge] Ho! Ho! Skål to the backyard kings Ho! Ho! Hear the Sunday sirens sing Ho! Ho! Every cut a battle scar Tiny yard Feels like marching to the stars (hey!) [Chorus] Raise your blades My brothers Let the grass fall under us We scream like thunder Rolling past We mow We mow for Valhalla’s grass Push that fury through the field Striped glory Shining shield From the curb to the mountain pass We ride We ride ’Til the last tall grass [Outro] Ho! Ho! Ho! To the lawns of Valhalla
Tags
Thunderous Viking metal with male vocals: drop-tuned guitars chug in unison with battle-chant gang vocals, tom-heavy drums and double-kick driving the verses. Huge, anthemic chorus opens with stacked shouts and soaring lead guitar. Brief halftime breakdown with stomping floor toms before a final, triumphant repeat of the hook.
Duration
3:24
Instrumental
No
Created
3/26/2026