See and comment how the splendor of the banners
in the flaming light of the torches
Makes the heart burn and beat to the beat
in fighting spirit, mead spray and intoxication!
See especially sometimes the son of a god is like
a descendant of blizzard and frost
Compared to the oath to have life on loan
just so as long as the eggs don't weather with rust
When the dawn bleeds they fight like brothers
and the sun is red like blood
Like Sigfrid at Fafner ground
among dangers, misfortunes and betrayals
Does he keep spirit and body strong
in the bloody game of the mission
And every time he is called by the wind of war< br/>with sails against flaming ships
he tenderly strokes his woman's cheek
but with an iron hand he grips his sword
The blade is drawn
The hour of the wolf smitten
Forward - towards honor and death!
His noble blood surges in his veins
he is not afraid to sacrifice his life
His heart is filled with heroism
on the way to a new offensive
For those who want to walk in the footsteps of heroes
he does what he must and can
he doesn't back down, he stands where he stands
to be allowed to fall and die like a man
With blood it is written
that death in life
becomes the spirit's final judgment
By the falling oak leaves crowned with victory
without fear he is defeated in battle
All the honor his death has earned
shall be remembered for ever
A hero's way is a narrow path
which few finds the end of it
it goes through blood, through fire and war
and leads to the grave of heroes
He doesn't look back, he doesn't look forward
he begins his final assault
see the powerless fall, valkyries call
he kills - on his way to Valhalla!
A hero on his way to Valhalla!

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