walhalla

nobody can be back from that forgotten land

the furthest one

the black

lonely and gloomy sand

the bridge's narrow and thin

the sentry waits patiently

people to pass it

in despair but valiantly

no one reduced his pace

no one looked back with grief

no one changed his face

no one felt relieved

you sense their noisy treads

and look the stone face

and they seem the dead

of a forgotten race

last land

last land

with the sword in my hand

just a word i can hardly say

while our foe we slay. walhalla

mighty odin just states

no surrender but defeat

real warriors learn too late

that to die is like to beat

glory in war is always better

than honour

love and wealth

written in golden letters

present and future destroyed by strength

no one reduced his pace

no one looked back with grief

no one changed his face

no one felt relieved

you sense their noisy treads

and look the stone face

and they seem the dead

of a forgotten race

last land

last land

with the sword in my hand

just a word i can hardly say

while our foe we slay. walhalla

all of them

have been killed

wthout dropping their blades

ranks of gods

have been filled

to make war when giants invades

valkiries have chosen their shore

warriors doomed to fall

leading them into war

in the days of armageddon