Valkyrie: The Glory Calls

[Piano into] [Verse] Odin’s maids, both fierce and fair, Their shadows dance in blood-soaked air. To Valhalla’s gates, they lead the slain, Where heroes feast till worlds will wane. Yet soft their touch for souls they keep, A fleeting balm before the leap. The Valkyries sing, their song divine, Of glory, death, and fate’s design. [Chorus] With spears that gleam like shattered stars, They thread through fields of endless scars. No mortal plea can sway their course, Their judgment swift, their will a force. In Valhalla’s glow, their voices blend, Where tales of valor never end. They lift the slain to golden halls, Where mead awaits and glory calls. [Verse] From Odin’s throne, they heed the call, To seek the bold before they fall. Their wings unfurl, a shadowed grace, They mark the worthy, face by face. Yet in their eyes, a flicker dwells, Of ancient grief no saga tells. For every soul they bear on high, A silent tear stains northern sky. [Chorus] With spears that gleam like shattered stars, They thread through fields of endless scars. No mortal plea can sway their course, Their judgment swift, their will a force. In Valhalla’s glow, their voices blend, Where tales of valor never end. They lift the slain to golden halls, Where mead awaits and glory calls.