The girls all know the score. No escape. No surrender. No mercy. We got to kill every last rat bastard one of them, every last one. Not for revenge. Not because they deserve it. not because it'll make the world a better place. We need a heap of bloody bodies so when the mob boss, Wallenquist, looks over his charts of profits and losses, he'll see what it cost him to mess with the girls of Old Town. The valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter. And so am I. The fire, baby. It'll burn us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. My warrior woman. My valkyrie. You'll always be mine. Always. And never.
Even great in german....
"Die Amazone an meiner Seite jauchzt und lacht, geniest es, den unbändigen Hass-gefärbten Blutdurst in der Schlacht zu stillen. Und mir geht es genauso... Dieses Feuer, Baby, wird uns beide verzehren. Auf dieser Welt gibt es keinen Platz dafür... Meine Kriegerin... Meine Amazone."
let my try a translation:
"the amazon next to me cheers and laughs, enjoys to quench her thirst of hate in this slaughter. And me...i feel as well..this fire baby, will scuff both of us. Here´s no place for it, my warrior, my amazon"