Nobody can be back from that forgotten land
The furthest one, the blac,
The bridge's narrow and thin
The sentry waits patiently
No one looked back with grief
You sense their noisy treads
With the sword in my hand
Just a word I can hardly say
While our foe we slay... Walhalla!
Real warriors learn too late
Glory in war is always better
Than honour, love and wealth
Written in golden letters
Present and future destroyed by strength
All of them, have been killed
Wthout dropping their blade
Ranks of gods, have been filled
To make war when giants invades
Valkiries have chooses their sore
In the days of armageddon