Walhalla

(Album: Shadowland - 1999)

Nobody can be back from that forgotten land
The furthest one, the black,
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

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 to 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

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

Last land, last land
With the sword in my hand
Just a word I can hardly say
While our foe we slay... Walhalla

All of them, have been killed
Wthout dropping their blades
Ranks of gods, have been filled
To make war when giants invades

Valkiries have chosen their shore
Warriors doomed to fall
Leading them into war
In the days of Armageddon