The Valkyries

Golden women,
Upon stallions of silver,
Come during battle.
And death they'll deliver,
Choose the warriors,
Who will come to fall,
Make it to Walhalla,
Where they will stand tall.

When in battle,
A figure you'll see,
Clad in gold,
Who will set your soul free,
With wings on her helmet,
Her horse standing proud,
Leave with her you must,
For to fate you are bound.

They choose who will die,
And who will remain,
Accompany to Valhalla,
All who are slain,
These tragic figures,
Women of gold,
Stalked the battle field,
In times of old.

by orion tudor

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.