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Gleaming swords in the blackest night

lighten up by the misty moonlight.

In this battle we will die

and our souls will ascend so high!

No chance against the enemy!

No one can stop his victory!

I can see a 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's no armour - there's no shield.

They perish - man by man,

so we have to go back again.

Valkyries ride!! Stand up and fight!