Slutligen fll jag p kmpavallen
men sorgen varar ej hos en krigare fallen
Som fda t korparna jag fll
men svrdet mitt i handen jag hll
Valkyriors vackra skepnader jag sg
d jag dende i mitt srsvett lg
Striden vldig blev mitt fall
Till Valfader urgammal jag nu frdas skall
Hrfader, Valfader, in i salen mig bjuder
Enhrjarskarans sklar i Valhall ljuder
Kommen var min sista jordedag
Nu r blott vntan p det sista av slag
Min dd p fltet var ond och brd
och nu berttar jag om mnget hjltedd
Var dag fr vi p grden kmpa
aldrig bliva gammal, aldrig lida av en lders krmpa
[English translation:]
To The Ancient Father Of Valhall
Finally I fall on the ramparts
But the grief lasts not for the fallen warrior
As food for the ravens I fall
But the sword I held in my hand
The Valkyries' beautiful faces I saw
As I was dying of my wounds
The battle truly became my fall
To the ancient father of Valhall I now shall travel
Here father, Valfader, into the hall he invites me
These jars and bowls sound in Valhall
Come has my last day on earth
Now I only wait on the last of battles
My death in the field was vicious and sudden
And now I tell of my many heroic deeds
Every day we get to fight in the realm
Never growing old, never suffering from an age-old fight
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
