Broken arrows, shattered shields
Blind eyes staring on misty fields
Fallen heroes on sacred ground
Save their souls with our holy sound
So they died with swords in their hands
Odin's children from the northern lands
Glory shines just upon the brave
From the cradle to the grave

Onward, marching
Towards the sun
Onward, marching
Valhalla awaits!

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