They ride
Upon the clouds
The Valkyr maidens ride
There is a battle upon the field
And warriors and fools die
The Valkyr sent from Odin
To harvest the dying and the dead
Sweeping them back to Valhalla
Where they fight forever instead
So they ride upon the thunder
They appear as sparks and lightning
None who live can know them
Only the valiant who fall
Of those men called Vikings
Valhalla is now their home
And chosen by the Valkyr
They ride
"Better to fight and fall than to live without hope.
