Текст песни
To die with sword in hand,
Seeing the enemy's corpse in the river sand -
This fate all wish to reach,
But for me, it's AIDS that does beseech
Valhalla, val, halla, halla,
To die's not scary, it's scary, when I'm not there at all
That Lindisfarne's holy nun,
With hips that made everyone swoon
But who would have thought, oh what a jog,
It was AIDS that sent her from the holy fog
Valhalla, val, halla, halla,
To die's not scary, it's scary, when I'm not there at all
On my chest, there are blisters dire,
And vampires of blood that's dire
I grab for my sword, oh what a cog,
I'm not that holy, saintly god
Valhalla, val, halla, halla,
To die's not scary, it's scary, when I'm not there at all
Dying from the AIDS' embrace,
Under the mournful crow's chase,
I grip my sword with hands so tight,
I haven't dishonored the gods in this night
Valhalla, val, halla, halla,
To die's not scary, it's scary, when I'm not there at all
Valhalla, val, halla, halla,
To die's not scary, it's scary, when I'm not there at all
