I hear the moans and cries of anguish from those nearly dead
As I swing my mighty hammer of war above my head
I see a skull splinter as blood mixes with dirt
A gaping wound on my side but I feel not the hurt
A war cry comes from my brethren- their bloodlust has been fed
And all around I see swords and axes dripping red
Let the valkyries fly
We all were born to die
Carry my soul far away
In Valhalla let me stay...
forever
Now it is time for me to die
Odin watches with one good eye
With my last breath now I pray
In Valhalla may I stay...
Forever
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