With eyes brighter than our Pagan sun
Who could nourish the whole of the earth with her beauty
A depth unfathomed to gaze upon her
For she is fairer than the open sea

A heart of gold for a maiden so pure
So true in her spirit of ancient beauty
In her blood the struggle of our race
A testament to the light of purity

To champion a maiden so pure
Is more valuable than immortal glory
For in her eyes I see the doors
To Valhalla

Our march to war
Is enriched by the promise of her company
For we fight for the preservation of her kind
The triumph of our race in these times of futility...

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