I stood by my people and my peoples needs
And if a woman is judged by her deeds
Then I'll see you in Valhalla
Young Girl, with eyes of blue
Daughter of Kings, pure and true
Standing tall in world of hate
Rising each day to meet her fate
Immaculate virtue; white as snow
Till ravished one night by a dark foe
She fought till he mr death came by his knife
And in her anguish called out in strife
In Valhalla, in Valhalla, in Valhalla, I'll see you in Valhalla
In Valhalla, in Valhalla, in Valhalla, I'll see you in Valhalla
Young woman, with a child in her womb
Flower of motherhood, ready to bloom
Folk and family were her first duty
Her honor surpassed only by beauty
Wife and sister, gem of the earth
Till she met her end in childbirth
Her newborn babe let out a cry
And I heard her whisper as she died
In Valhalla, in Valhalla, in Valhalla, I'll see you in Valhalla
In Valhalla, in Valhalla, in Valhalla, I'll see you in Valhalla
Old grandmother, with a house full of kin
Withered and faded, wrinkled and thin
A life lived in the service of her race
Noble and righteous, full of grace
Her family honored the wise old sage
Till she left the world in her old age
And though her body was tired and weak
As she took her last breath I heard her speak
In Valhalla, in Valhalla, in Valhalla, I'll see you in Valhalla
In Valhalla, in Valhalla, in Valhalla, I'll see you in Valhalla