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Our hearts burn like the shining sun

Our shields have runes of the old ones

The frost shimmers on the mountains

The blades glimmer in the light of the moon

The trees whisper secrets in the dark

Our halls are warm with roaring fire

The Valkyrie forever flying higher

A wolf stands with an eagle above him

With a roof of shields held up with spears

Halls of gold and silver doors

Six hundred and forty rooms

Valhalla is where I belong

My blade thirsts for blood

The ravens fly above my head

My spear stands tall in the sky

The battle is over, but the war has just begun