(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.)
(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! (The scene opens on a mist-shrouded fjord
(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! take us to the hall