| See! |
| Warpe is strecht’d for warriors' fall
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| Lo! |
| Weft in loome, 'tis wet with bloode
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| Withe entrails of men and heads of the slaine
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| On blood-sodden spears they are weavinge the fraye
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| Heare … The Valkyries' Call, for warriors' fall
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| Oh the Maidens warp’d their woofe
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| Heare the chant of yore, the Valkyries' Call, the Swayers of war
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| Oh the Maidens spell’d their doome on the christen’d one
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| Bloodstain’d swordes, Lo! |
| How spearheads flashe
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| Shafte will breake and shields will crashe
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| One gore of bloode on the fielde dyed red
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| As the weavinge thrives the king’s bloode be shed
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| Heare … The Valkyries' Call, for warriors' fall
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| Oh the Maidens warp’d their woofe
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| Heare the chant of yore, the Valkyries' Call, the Swayers of war
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| Oh the Maidens spell’d their doome on the christen’d one
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| And thus they winde their warwinninge woofe
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| And the christend’d kinge, to deathe now foredoom’d
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| Forthe they will ride, rushinge throughe the ranks
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| They spare not one life, stouthearted they’ll stande
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| Heare … The Valkyries' Call, for warriors' fall
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| Oh the Maidens warp’d their woofe
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| Heare the chant of yore, the Valkyries' Call, the Swayers of war
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| Oh the Maidens spell’d their doome on the christen’d one
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| The Valkyries call … |