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I seek no retreat from life Eagerly do I meet each veil Secure in the blood of my kind Tempered by the will of my Gods Glorious civilizations of an eternal aeon Course through the now of my being Of this radiant treasure divine No man, race or nation Shall ever distance me Though the ruins Earthly splendor may fall What care I? Should I stand alone? For in that dazzling light Of Wotan's Eye Ancestors of a thousand ages Bear witness To my deeds in time And fill my cup In Valhalla --