Meet me in Valhalla When the battle's done The cries of enemies long slain Have faded one by one Hold my hand, brave brother As our glory's crowned in blood The sword strikes deep but still Our souls will rise above the mud O warrior, our destiny was To fall in foreign lands Within our veins flow rivers strange Our mouths pour forth with sand We do not fear the bitter dark That waltzes round our eyes Hold my hand, brave brother Led by the Valkyrie we die We march on toward golden shields To fight under burning suns Meet me in Valhalla When the battle's won