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Revision as of 03:29, 19 December 2022
Valhalla
No man can die a better death Breath his final, rattling breath No man can strut more proudly tall Entering, that fabled hall No man can craft a finer Art Than he who gave it all, his heart.
No lead, nor bullets, flames or pike Will ever have a chance to strike Will ever possibly erase The memory of that flying ace.
Heinrich Ehrler taught us well Not to fear the hordes from hell Never to turn away our face Never slacken the head-on pace And if need calls, to calmly die High up in the lonely sky.
Those of us, in this war, below Will feel the blows of our foe Well we know how much they hate And plot our genocidal fate Well we see we must not flinch Nor even yield a bloody inch.
But one day, when we’ve run the race? In Valhalla, we’ll take our place.
F.M.