From the west rode a man unknown to me
He spake of men in robe steel, and his kinsfolk spears he'd need


So Through the marshes
And unto the fields of gold
We ride toward the men in steel
Whom trod their last battle hymn

And grey is the sky
That spans well before me
And the ravens that fly
To the tune of the Valkyries cry


As I gaze across the field
The gleaming glint of steel
And the edge of the arrow
That cuts through the air
Piercing the heart of foreign blood

With eyes that glass the field
10 times 200 more, staring back at them
Men, both elder and young and full of pride
ready to meet the valkyrjur
To carry them home to golden...halls


As I gaze, I gaze across the field
The gleaming glint of steel
And the edge of the arrow
That cuts through the air
Piercing the heart of foreign blood
And the roar of our war
And the clashing of a thousand swords
All for the bidding of peace of a ravaged land

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