Song of the Shieldmaiden

The fateful chosen sight white wings.

Death's Angel, then, misfortune brings.

Yet primal pride, guiled gods, the sign;

Rise, Valkyrie, thine pow'r divine,

thou wield the shield that sees all things!

Beneath the sky, a cry that rings

doth call forth warriors, glorious kings.

No mortal speaks, the voice is mine,

I guide the Fateful Chosen.

Valhalla's Queen, shieldmaiden sings

A lasting battle chant. Beings

of light descend above, behind

Bloodlust is vengeance, so I ride

A Valkyrie's flight salvation stings

I guide the Fateful Chosen.