| Silent screams sucking space out of a desert place |
| Armies of wingless angels come crashing down |
| God’s firework may entertain one side of his race |
| But surely those who die are, too, sons of his own |
| Bravery turns to slavery |
| War is the queen of inversion |
| Lion’s heart to hyena’s horde |
| Eagle’s pride to vulture’s prey |
| A blast lifts you in the air |
| Enter the valkyrie’s new ride |
| Thunder and lightning across your sky |
| Now join the valkyries' new ride… ride |
| It takes more than a shout for a tyrant to get down |
| Face on the ground, dragged through the mud |
| He’s still haunting the heart of Babylon |
| Bravery turns to slavery |
| War is the queen of inversion |
| Lion’s heart to hyena’s horde |
| Eagle’s pride to vulture’s prey |
| A blast lifts you in the air |
| Enter the valkyrie’s new ride |
| Thunder and lightning across your sky |
| Now join the valkyries' new ride… ride… fly high |
| Action not reflection |
| Questioning ain’t obeying |
| Questioning ain’t obeying |
| A blast lifts you in the air |
| Enter the valkyries' new ride |
| Thunder and lightning across your sky |
| Now join the valkyries' new ride… ride… fly high… ad infinitum |