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Dead at last, like his beloved ones

endless wrath, now extinguished

he reached the end, of his warpath

Valhalla

Sheathe, the blade of hate, in death's wake, in life's end

cold, his last memory is cold, like the knife resting beside his old form

They, they told him to walk away

and live the life of a free man

now their bodies lie on the ground

....as rain starts to fall......

Gates of gold, before him

wounds and cold, forsaken

pain of death, relieved

the great halls, awaiting

Walk, ascended

Einherjer

In these rooms, far away, in the chosen among the brave

There lies, a pleasant sight, known to him, long before he died

Her, armed and proud, she stands firm,

a warrior, a maiden

Shining upon her hair, blessings of the nine

shield of iron bares a bright shine

blade made of steel, spear sharp,

in gods' realm, beyond the dark

Dead at last, like his beloved ones

endless light, before their eyes

together in their path's end

forever.