Valhalla Calling By Miracle Of Sound Ft. Peyton Parrish (assassin's Creed) (duet Version) May 2026

(The music fades to a single, haunting drum beat.) Peyton: (Whispered rasp) Valhalla... Gav: (Deep hum) Calling... Both: (A final, resonant low note) Me.

(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! (The music fades to a single, haunting drum beat

The iron cold of winter’s bite,A shadow cast across the light.The raven’s wing, the wolf’s keen eye,Underneath a leaden sky.I feel the ancestors in my blood,A rising tide, a crimson flood. (The music drops to a heavy, tribal percussion beat

(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.) Gav: For the sagas

(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!