Valhall Awaits Me

Blood gushing from my wounds,
It is vast and deep.
But before I turn around,
The enemy will fall on their knees.
How sweet the sound of me crossed swords
And breaking copies
But the enemy sword pierces my shield.
I throw the shield and grabs the ax —
In each hand one by one.
Blow — and crack a helmet
Strike — the ax penetrates the skull.
I take out the ax of chipped head
Her brain and blood.
Dead body at my feet —
And I fight again.
My sword cuts through clothes and skin,
Like a knife that goes through the snow.
How sweet to me moaning enemies
When I took out my sword.
Sword in my hand,
Hatchet hanging at his side.
Valhalla awaits me,
And soon I will die.
Bearskin on his back,
And the wolf helmet — on his head.
Valhalla awaits me,
When I die.
I raise my head above the ax,
Only a violent rage in his eyes.
Yes shed more blood
This victorious day!
Blood gushing from my wounds,
It is vast and deep.
I turn around,
And falls to his knees.