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
