One foot in the grave, the other in the mud,

Another arrow whistles, feels like a cruel thud.

This battlefield's a butcher's shop, a crimson, frozen scene,

Worse than Ragnarök itself, a nightmare yet unseen.

But the fire in my heart burns bright, a nostalgic, fading gleam,

Of battles fought and victories won, a half forgotten dream.

No fear, no regrets, we march through fire and might,

A shield wall strong, a blazing light, against the fading light.

They fall, and Valkyries call, to take them to the halls,

We are the heroes of Valhalla, answering freedom’s calls.

The faces of my brothers, etched in memory's embrace,

Some lie still and cold, their names I can't replace.

The stench of death hangs heavy, a bitter, chilling shroud,

But our resolve remains unbroken, crying out loud.

I see the ghosts of comrades, a spectral, marching line,

Their spirits strong, their courage bold, their legacy divine.

No fear, no regrets, we march through fire and might,

A shield wall strong, a blazing light, against the fading light.

They fall, and Valkyries call, to take them to the halls,

We are the heroes of Valhalla, answering freedom’s calls.

Though death may claim us soon, our legend will remain,

A whispered tale, a haunting strain, through sun and wind and rain.

For we fought with hearts ablaze, for glory and for home,

And though we fall, our spirits soar, beyond the grave we roam.

No fear, no regrets, we march through fire and might,

A shield wall strong, a blazing light, against the fading light.

They fall, and Valkyries call, to take them to the halls,

We are the heroes of Valhalla, answering freedom’s calls.

Valhalla waits… Valhalla waits…