The day is breaking, it is foggy and wet and cold,
dew on the shield, the blade is dripping wet
so much sadness in our people
hoped for, but lost, now it is too late.
Today is the day we will perish
but we will fight, not die quietly in the night.
We will not give way, nor will we flee
/>The last walk to Valhall, to the ancestors.
The sky is dark, it is blowing wildly in the treetops
The clouds are so black, and the forest rustles dully
We are breaking up, up there to the hills,
up to the place from which no one returns home.
Today is the day we perish
but we will fight, not quietly in the night perish.
We will not give up, nor will we flee
the last walk to Valhall, to the ancestors.
They stand down there, lances at the ready,
so many , so many, a sea of u200bu200bmetal
one last smile, and one last kiss,
we meet again in the next world.
Today is the day we perish
But we will fight, not die quietly in the night.
We will not give up, nor will we flee
The final journey, to Valhall, to the ancestors.
Today is the day we perish
But we will fight, not die quietly in the night.
We will not give way, nor will we flee
The final passage, to Valhall , towards the ancestors.

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