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Gleaming swords in the blackest night

lighten up by the misty moonlight.

In this battle you will die

and your souls will ascend so high!

No chance against the enemy!

No one can stop his victory!

I can see lightning in the sky

and I hear the valkyrie’s cry.

Valhalla Rock! Oh yeah! Valhalla Rock

On shiny wings – we do fly

into the marble hall up high.

Where the gods are – the sacred ones,

and where the golden mead runs!

But our comrades drop on the field,

there is no armour - there is no shield.

They perish – man by man,

so we have to go back again.

Valkyries ride! Stand up and fight!