Don't you cry any tears for me and don?t beg me to stay. The arms of death are opened, I shall no longer wait, I'm entering the holy halls where there is no more hate.
The voice of death is calling, refuseless I will go; I'll see the world behind the stars that only I will know. Leaving you here is bitter seing you cry is hard, but there is nothing I can do, it is my turn to part.
I'll walk on the black stormclouds, I'll see the holy gate, I always knew how it will be, it's always been my fate. I lived a life full of pride and a new life now shall begin: Valhalla's gates are opened wide and proudly I walk in.