Nobody can be back from that forgotten land The furthest one, the black, Lonely and gloomy sand The bridge's narrow and thin The sentry waits patiently People to pass it In despair but valiantly
No one reduced his pace No one looked back with grief No one changed his face No one felt relieved
You sense their noisy treads And look the stone face And they seem the dead Of a forgotten race
Last land, last land With the sword in my hand Just a word I can hardly say While our foe we slay... Walhalla
Mighty Odin just states No surrender but defeat Real warriors learn too late That to die is like to beat Glory in war is always better Than honour, love and wealth Written in golden letters Present and future destroyed by strength
No one reduced his pace No one looked back with grief No one changed his face No one felt relieved
You sense their noisy treads And look the stone face And they seem the dead Of a forgotten race
Last land, last land With the sword in my hand Just a word I can hardly say While our foe we slay... Walhalla
All of them, have been killed Wthout dropping their blades Ranks of gods, have been filled To make war when giants invades
Valkiries have chosen their shore Warriors doomed to fall Leading them into war In the days of Armageddon