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Dead at last, like his beloved ones
endless wrath, now extinguished
he reached the end, of his warpath
Valhalla

Sheathe, the blade of hate, in death's wake, in life's end
cold, his last memory is cold, like the knife resting beside his old form

They, they told him to walk away
and live the life of a free man
now their bodies lie on the ground
....as rain starts to fall......

Gates of gold, before him
wounds and cold, forsaken
pain of death, relieved
the great halls, awaiting

Walk, ascended
Einherjer

In these rooms, far away, in the chosen among the brave
There lies, a pleasant sight, known to him, long before he died
Her, armed and proud, she stands firm,
a warrior, a maiden

Shining upon her hair, blessings of the nine
shield of iron bares a bright shine
blade made of steel, spear sharp,
in gods' realm, beyond the dark

Dead at last, like his beloved ones
endless light, before their eyes
together in their path's end
forever.

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