| Soon a new day will be spawned
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| Scattered fires glow
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| Soon first blood will be drawn
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| And dying ambers glow
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| They await the suns first rays
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| Anticipation running high
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| The Norns are counting numbered days
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| Hear the war-cry rise
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| See the Valkyries ride!
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| See the Valkyries ride!
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| They meet upon this hallowed field
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| Now the end is near
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| Two armies not about to yield
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| The smell of death in the air
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| This field has served as battle ground
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| Since the dawn of this world
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| Through the years a lot of blood
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| Has been poured into this earth
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| Warrior’s eyes full of purest rage
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| Steel cutting flesh
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| Spilling guts and severing heads
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| Sending men to their death
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| Ride, ride, ride Valkyries
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| Ride, ride, ride Valkyries
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| The screams of dying men
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| The comfort in their eyes
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| Here they come, by Oden sent
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| See the Valkyries ride
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| Fallen men lie all around
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| Their dead eyes look to the sky
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| And as the swordplay rambles on
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| They see the Valkyries ride |