[Nobody can be back from that forgotten land    The furthest one, the blac,    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       [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]