Born in tears, still wet from birth
Stained with darkness and scars
Born to a mother, a shield maiden
My first cries were now elevated
Aloft to the high host of Heavens
My life consecrated upon a purpose
As a servant, make known his worth
My creator called me, broke the curse
For he reigned, and I shared his word
All my days were given to him in duty
For years into beyond and ever, serving
My unholy stain was finally removed
I was made the bearer of a weapon
Considered holy, made pure by fire
Made holy by trials, I was ready
Like my mother a Holy Warrior
I had forever after served my king
Called from the world of darkness
And made alive in his service
