Alack! Oh beautiful auld lang syne! Æsthete knight Knight from the bosk Where I bemuse to the trees With my bemoaning. I bethink the sounds of the swords I could not save his life Woe is me!
The waylayer fathomed his bosom Perfidious man he’s in war. He left to the inferno My brave warlike…
“The obscure of evil coverth my sword, The enemy defeath me, Oh! Walkirya come to me… Only in Walhalla will I rest in peace”.
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