We ride upon the storm wind, our wings of burning light. We watch the mortal warriors stand fearless in the fight. Their steel ignites the heavens, their courage shakes the sky— and when their lifeblood calls to us, we answer with our cry. Hear the Valkyrie’s cry across the flame, we are calling out your name. For the brave who fall in battle rise in everlasting fame. When your heartbeat fades to silence and your spirit breaks its chain— we will carry you to glory on the winds above the slain. We circle over shield walls, we mark the chosen few. The ones who charge unbroken when the storm comes crashing through. Their fate is carved in fire, their honor cannot die— and when their final breath escapes, we lift them to the sky. Through smoke and shattered thunder, our voices split the night. We gather fallen heroes and raise them into light. No sorrow in our calling, no fear within our flight— for we bear the chosen warriors to halls of endless might. Hear the Valkyrie’s cry across the flame, we are calling out your name. For the fearless rise immortal in the golden halls of fame. Through the gates of shining triumph, past the dusk of mortal days— we deliver you to Valhalla, where the honored find their place.
