The sword gleams, soaked with blood, the battle ended, with dawn newly spread, the breath of death is so mighty, the victor stands, powerless. Silence falls on the treacherous battlefield, where the fates of warriors are stolen. I raise memories like a barrow, over bodies, without movement. Valhalla calls, with a mighty voice, across the sea, toward the night stars. Valhalla calls, to sailors, fallen proud warriors. Shield shattered, axe broken, life has gone out, glory fulfilled. A name carved into the rocks of eternity, heroism in the songs of the future. Valhalla calls, promising peace and glory, where heroes speak of battle. Valhalla calls, cups full of mead, the company of gods, free from fate. Valhalla calls, across hills and valleys, history speaks of bravery. Valhalla calls, the day slowly ends, the hero steps into the unknown. Valhalla calls, with a mighty voice, across the sea, toward the night stars. Valhalla calls, to sailors, fallen proud warriors.
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