A broken sword lies on a blood stained floor
Covered with the corpses of our foes
Mortal wounds, ravens laugh
Waiting for the feast to come after the war
Far away valhalla’s gates awaits
For the mighty chosen ones
I hold my breath while valkyries come
To offer me the honour of being part of the Einherjar
Einherjar!
Einherjar!
Einherjar!
They say dead is the end
But not for me
I will rise in Valhalla’s halls
And make Odin be pleased
Dear wife, dear motherland
Don’t shed a tear
‘Cause I will rise through funereal flames
In an eternal battlefield
A life devoted to battle and fight
The warrior’s pride will always be my oath
My blood spills, my sight fades to black
But my sword won’t sleep, that is the Odin’s will
Einherjar…
Einherjar…
Einherjar…
Einherjar...
Someday the horns
Will call to arms again
When the giant, the serpent,
The wolf will bring with them
The end of the world
Einherjar!
Einherjar!
Einherjar!
Einherjar!
Einherjar!
Einherjar!
Einherjar!
Einherjar!

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