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A rain of arrows, falls from the sky
Like lightning, strikes the armour
The thunder of the clashing shields
And the deafening roars of the brave
The shieldwall meets like wave on cliff
And the chosen fall like rocks to the sea
The spears clash and shortswords ring
On shields held firm for our brothers-in-arms

A terrible battle, with death on our side
A terrible battle, let death be our pride

Wound-giving Valkyries down from the sky
Surrounded by ravens, great horses they ride
As arrows fly by over helmets and swords
The maidens of Valhall, their fate to decide
That those who died bravely, with honour and pride
Be given their death, cast their shield aside
And join the Einherjer in their joyful tide
Though warriors have fallen, their death is their pride

The men who lie in blood and dirt
Now lie beside their brothers
For when the sun sets they'll return to the halls
And drink to battle and the day that they died
The men who lie with spears in their hearts
Now ride again with the men they have slain
As they fade away, with swords in their hands
They will open their eyes to the gods of old

A beautiful battle, with death on our side
A beautiful battle, let death be our pride

Wound-giving Valkyries down from the sky
Surrounded by ravens, great horses they ride
As arrows fly by over helmets and swords
The maidens of Valhall, their fate to decide
That those who died bravely, with honour and pride
Be given their death, cast their shield aside
And join the Einherjer in their joyful tide
Though warriors have fallen, their death is their pride

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