This is my final hour,
my final words to say:
Don't you cry any tears for me
and don´t beg me to stay.
The arms of death are opened,
I shall no longer wait,
I'm entering the holy halls
where there is no more hate.
The voice of death is calling,
refuseless I will go;
I'll see the world behind the stars
that only I will know.
Leaving you here is bitter
seing you cry is hard,
but there is nothing I can do,
it is my turn to part.
I'll walk on the black stormclouds,
I'll see the holy gate,
I always knew how it will be,
it's always been my fate.
I lived a life full of pride
and a new life now shall begin:
Valhalla's gates are opened wide
and proudly I walk in.