Where The Brave Belong - Chinchilla

To ride to every battle

To fight with pride and fun

To die on holy areas

For their history and their sons

To hail their god of thunder

To adore their god of light

They mutade to bloody beasts

To loose all ethnic kinds

Valhalla that’s the place they belong to To wash their souls so white

Valhalla that’s the place they belong to To forget their headless crimes

The stories about their heroes

They´ve been told for so long

Are followed by death and crime

Also from creatures of the evil one

There is no place like Valhalla

No god for war and crime

Only a grave for thousand

Striking warriors