Nobody can be back from that forgotten land The furthest one, the blac, Lonely and gloomy sand The bridges 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
[chorus] 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 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
All of them, have been killed Wthout dropping their blade Ranks of gods, have been filled To make war when giants invades Valkiries have chooses their sore Warriors doomed the fall Leading them into war In the days of armageddon