Ancient Rites

Last man standing
Last man standing
Victory! Last man standing!
Valhalla!! Last man standing!
Shattered and mortally wounded
On the battlefield they lay
Farewell my fellow companions
Thy souls have gone away
(we shall not behold the green fields nor hear the birds sing in may
to defend we have fought and won though with our life we paid)
Victory or Valhalla
Must again be the rallying cry
Ancient pride restored
Let the ancient banners fly high
Broken hilt in my hands
I saw my last break of day
Here and now we found our graves
Our bodies vultures prey
If our folk ever doubts
Or their souls have gone astray
Then lead the way to this place
Where our bones still lay