Battle Sky

The wind still is raging, but arrows no longer fly
Corpses cover the field, so many warriors fell
Ghastly goddesses now descend from the sky
Across the clouds Valkyries ride
Mounted on wolves, in the sky
Choosing the slain, fallen heroes
To carry them to the hall up high
Shield maidens weave the web of war
Ordaining the clash of sword and spear
Corpses of kings, bodies of champions
The horn of war they all did hear
The goddesses bear the brave dead
From the fields of blood and woe
Their bravery will now be rewarded
To the most splendid hall they do go
Above the field the Valkyries fly
Riding high
‘Neath the fallen heroes lie
Riding high
Above the field the Valkyries fly
Riding high
‘Neath the chosen warriors lie
Riding through the Battle sky