You were concerned about the weight I'd lost.
You were worried by my pallor.
But I'm doing fine,
I've joined the line
for Vegas or Valhalla.

From start to end, from birth to death,
from alphas to omegas:
it's set in stone,
our story's known
from Valhalla to Vegas.

I've known you low in opulence
and I've seen you high on squalor.
This losing streak
will reach its peak
in Vegas or Valhalla.

I've turned my back on fear and faith
and all those things that plague us.
I'm running late,
but I'll meet my fate,
be it Valhalla or Vegas.

I've had my fill of cowardice
and I'm tired-out with valour.
My godless prayer:
I'll see you there,
in Vegas or Valhalla.

For good or ill,
I'll love you still
in Vegas or Valhalla.

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