(I must) march, march, march - continue marching on
dragging toes, marching weary; I mustn't slow
shield is heavy, arms are strained, hands are sweaty
thy eyes are drooping, mustn't close
Within Valhalla, my beloved Brethren and thy worthy Foe
(I sit) here waiting, beneath a copse of trees
for signs of my Valkyrie to readily seek me
Quickly, too quickly, my strength abandons thee
(I must) march on, keep marching onward
am not safe; suddenly feel like waiting for the sun
feel so rested, no matter how brief
can reflect already, the many battles won
(I mustn't sleep) have a renewed need to fight
as I'm gathered with my Foe alike
(and) with my Brethren I stand tall
as we stride into our warrior hall
((while fighting day and praising night)).
