Farewell my brother you must be hailed as a king
The hero of a poem with honour when we see you pass
At the head of the funeral march covered with flowers
prepared for the passage to Valhalla
Followed by Valkyries and the sound of the mournfull hymn
CHORUS
Then the tears come again in the eyes of your fellow comrades
Then the rain washes away the dust from the stones
Then the blood colours the soil and the gale raises with hailstorm
Then our hearts will harden again when the wind of change blows hard
CHORUS
Then the tears come again in the eyes of your fellow comrades
Then the rain washes away the dust from the stones
Then the blood colours the soil and the gale raises with hailstorm
Then our hearts will harden again when the wind of change blows hard
The hero of a poem with honour when we see you pass
At the head of the funeral march covered with flowers
prepared for the passage to Valhalla
Followed by Valkyries and the sound of the mournfull hymn
CHORUS
Then the tears come again in the eyes of your fellow comrades
Then the rain washes away the dust from the stones
Then the blood colours the soil and the gale raises with hailstorm
Then our hearts will harden again when the wind of change blows hard
CHORUS
Then the tears come again in the eyes of your fellow comrades
Then the rain washes away the dust from the stones
Then the blood colours the soil and the gale raises with hailstorm
Then our hearts will harden again when the wind of change blows hard
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