Nobody can be back from that forgotten land

The furthest one, the blac,

Lonely and gloomy sand

The bridge's narrow and thin

The sentry waits patiently

People to pass it

In despair but valiantly



No one reduced his pace

No one looked back with grief

No one changed his face

No one felt relieved



You sense their noisy treads

And look the stone face

And they seem the dead

Of a forgotten race



[chorus]

Last land, last land

With the sword in my hand

Just a word I can hardly say

While our foe we slay... Walhalla!



Mighty Odin just states

No surrender but defeat

Real warriors learn too late

That die is like to beat

Glory in war is always better

Than honour, love and wealth

Written in golden letters

Present and future destroyed by strength



All of them, have been killed

Wthout dropping their blade

Ranks of gods, have been filled

To make war when giants invades

Valkiries have chooses their sore

Warriors doomed the fall

Leading them into war

In the days of armageddon