Battle Cry of the Valkyrie

It pierces through the the darkest night;
It tears through all reality;
Makes the stars quake with fright;
And brings terror in all totality.

The woman warrior of legends old,
The honor guard of the great king,
Stands alone in a fir'y hold
And sees her fury waking.

She throws her face to the sky
And lets out a terrible yell.
An endless angry cry
That gather all the fires of hell.

The flames rise as her scream grows,
An inferno the Volsung dare not cross;
For even the great warrior knows
That all attempts will result in loss.

The sound carries long into the night,
And shows no sign of dying.
It will end when she does, right?
No, even in death she is crying.

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