| Oh Warfather on high
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| I am calling you from the battlefield
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| And as I take my last breath
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| I call for the mightiest of miracles
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| For none but the brave, be he king or a slave
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| With a pounding heart in his chest
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| Will be worthy to rise and with the Valkyries fly
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| And ride to the ancient halls of Valhalla
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| Oh Warfather on high
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| Listen to my prayer
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| I lived my life by your rules
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| Oh let death cover me now
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| For none but the brave, be he king or a slave
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| With a pounding heart in his chest
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| Will be worthy to rise and with the Valkyries fly
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| And ride to Valhalla of old
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| With the Valkyries, ride over the battlefield
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| Ride your horses and come to me
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| I’m waiting for you to take my soul
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| To Valhalla of old
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| Valkyries, ride over the battlefield
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| I’m dying and glad to bleed
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| Because I know today I will take my place with the heroes
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| In Valhalla of old
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| For none but the brave, be he king or a slave
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| With a pounding heart in his chest
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| Will be worthy to rise and with the Valkyries fly
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| And ride to Valhalla of old
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| With the Valkyries, ride over the battlefield
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| Ride your horses and come to me
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| I’m waiting for you to take my soul
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| To Valhalla of old
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| Valkyries, ride over the battlefield
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| I’m dying and glad to bleed
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| Because I know today I will take my place with the heroes
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| In Valhalla of old
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| In The Halls of Valhalla I finally take my place
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| With my sword and my shield I enter Odin’s realm
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| I’m an immortal spirit now with a heart made of steel
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| With the gods on high forever I will live and laugh at the
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| Fears of man |