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Curled up on the damp and icy grass,
An exhausted man lies in a painful rest.
Enlightened by the dawn golden beams,
A broken blade lies beside his arm.
Slain bodies are lying next to him,
Those of unfortunate warriors.
Odin’s fury ruled the battlefield,
Untamed and inappeasable.
 
Clanging weapons,
An awful shriek.
A soldier moans,
His mouth bleeding.
In the blurred fray,
He can’t discern enemies.
All are painted in grey,
Stepping on dead bodies,
Dazzled by the smoke,
Bewildered by the blows,
The flames, the ashes.
Frightened horses
Throw their riders down.
Unlucky men tumble down
Amid this deadly fight,
This terrible struggle.

How could they perceive their silvery wolves?
How could they hear the croak of flying crows?
Overhanging the battle, the Valkyries
Announced their presence as Brunhild starts to sing.

Red hair flashing past,
Plunging to the battle ground,
They ‘re looking for
The dead warriors.
A slight move grabs
My attention.
He stands in front of me.
His helmet falls on the ground.

I couldn’t think of his look catching mine.
I couldn’t think of him so deep into my heart.
Although this young man is bound to die,
I have to take him away and vanish in the sky.

Back together at the break of day;
Rocked by the singing of the blue jay,
Keep on resting, sleeping in peace.
Time is only left for a last caress on your lips.

You are the one who chooses the brave who died fighting.
Endless life is yours ’cause this is your fate.
You’re the prowler haunting the battlefields
Leading the brave to Odin’s Valhalla
I’m warning you, Sister, don’t fool him for He’s invincible .
I’m warning you: Love, for a walkyrie, is not possible.