(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.) Peyton: (Whispered rasp) Valhalla... Gav: (Deep hum) Calling... Both: (A final, resonant low note) Me. (The music drops to a heavy, tribal percussion beat
(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 music drops to a heavy