| Horns raised and filled with the finest of mead
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| Valhalla’s warriors battle succeed
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| The lodge so enormous, so many in here
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| Valkyries serve us the best flesh and beer
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| Forever we’ll sit here, to eat and drink well
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| All of us heathens on a battlefield fell
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| Our death went divine to Valhalla came
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| Another brave name for the golden hall’s fame
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| Inside the great lodge where delight does stream
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| A beautiful valkyrie in every man’s dream
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| «Woman come over here and sit on my knee!
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| In the great sky tonight you will see
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| Up there I’ll show you the mighty starsign
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| The shape of Thyrfing trapped in time
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| That sword my life once before took
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| But now in Valhalla, tonight we will fuck!»
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| Where delight is streaming
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| Fallen warriors gleaming
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| Soon we’ll be there in the goldenmost hey
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| Crawling around each other 'til the very next day
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| Eight hundred voices in a drunken chant
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| Some dance around the tables, stand straight they can’t
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| Throats are getting wet, throats are getting dry
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| There’s a lot of mead in the horns raised high
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| The feast goes on forever, for ages it will last
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| We’re all getting glorified, thinking about our past |