• The sound of footsteps echoes through the trees
    And 'twixt the pines a man is dashing swift
    The deer have fled, the birds have taken wing
    And in the sky, the stars begin to shift

    The forest old has long been in sweet rest
    But now awakes to witness bare today
    Of battle 'tween to men of East and West
    Their battlefield, the mountain's peak, awaits

    From the west comes elfin, pale-faced man
    The one who dasheth through the silent wood
    A dark-skinned warrior rides from Eastern land
    His curved sword all stained with white man's blood

    Two men are of only the sword compact
    They are as sep'rate as the earth and sea
    But here on mountain high, difference they lack
    Both swordsmen, here to die have come to be

    They face each other 'cross the mountaintop
    Their glinting steel reflects the rising sun
    They charge, and very soon their battle stops
    And for the man who fell the war is won

    For he who died has passed on to the world
    Of heroes, gods, and warriors so brave:
    Valhalla, hall of legend, shines as pearl
    These heroes carry vict'ry to the grave