Wind Valkyr
Lo come you swift
To spare not one
The fray
Weave your turn on woofen horse
Entrails of man
This day
Be wet with blood
As you decide which one should live
Or die
And choose the slain of raven mane
Firece shrieking as you ride
Apocalypse
The corpses dead
Your corslet red the sky
Of fearsome wif god
Maiden swift
Maiden swift
With shield that bryn so bright
Helmed to spear
O‘ sister weire
O‘ sister weire
Who comes of unknown light
So far and wide
The true do die
The true do die
The most heroic slain
This battle swirl of ending world
What sacrifice the lain
What rite before
So deep the gore
So deep the gore
All death to satisfy
With vigil near thy demon fear
Though beautiful the eye
You ride thy horse warwinning wolf
And take the dead away
Of hearts that died
Upon your cry
Not one left in the fray
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