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 honor, love and wealth
Written in golden letters
Present and future destroyed by strength
All of them have been killed
Without dropping their blade
Ranks of gods have been filled
To make war when giants invades
Valkyries have chooses their sore
In the days of Armageddon