The day dawns rending the sky Unsheathed swords held up high Gods of war hear my battle cry For many warriors today shall die Marching with a trumpet's din As each king boasts their kin I fight the battles in glory vain So that braggart kings may reign
Ride maidens ride Across the battle plain Ride maidens ride Choosers of the slain
Valhalla's gates open wide For fallen heroes that have died White winged steeds sweep the field Yet my spirit I shall not yield
Ride maidens ride Across the battle plain Ride maidens ride Choosers of the slain
Whatever toils I faced before The scent of treachery I bore I've fed on wrath and on hate Their own bane forged my fate Kings choked in their own moans Let the vultures pluck their bones They have tried to put me down Now their heads roll on the ground
(Repeat chorus)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
