She rides upon a steed of gold
With mane of clouds and eyes of fire
Strike sparks with spear in thy hand
Ride on to battle in nordic lands

On yonder field, a hero's plain
Heroes that will be made today
Spite and words of hate fuel our fire
We raise our swords ever high

Noble sons of Odin prepare to do battle
Satisfy thy thirsty swords with blood
Paths to glory ever drawing near
Bring us ever closer to thy light

We drink to them and hail our ancestors
If we must fall this day may we join with them

Marching into battle we prover our fucking mettle
Will of steel collide
Tearing flesh asunder, splitting skulls and breaking bones
Mercy comes with a swift death
Axes and swords, maces and spears
The weapons at our command
An unstoppable juggernaut of invincible force
Our intent is to raze the land

As the battle rages on a maiden appears
In time to gather the souls
Of the fallen warriors who have proven this day
They too, are heroes as well
As they breath their last and prepare to die
A hand shall close their eyes
When they reopen they will awake
To a Valhallen sunrise.

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