Chosen of the slain

Verse 1

My shield rises in the morning light.

My spear shines with the red dew.

I do not march forward in hatred,

but with courage and honor.

The Norns spun my thread long ago;

today it will be tested.

If fate calls my name today,

I will answer with a smile.

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Chorus

Odin, witness my courage.

Freyja, take my hand.

Huginn flies, Muninn follows;

the ravens show my road.

If I fall, I fall singing.

If I stand, I fight on.

My blood flows like a crimson river,

but my soul rides to Valhalla.

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Verse 2

Iron sings against iron.

Shields break like winter ice.

The raven banner flies in the wind.

None retreat—and neither do I.

My eyes see spears in flight,

yet fear finds no home in my heart.

Better one day lived with honor

than a hundred years hidden in shadow.

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Bridge

Which breath will be my last?

No one knows until it comes.

Then, far away, I hear hooves,

and wings beating through the storm.

The Valkyries are coming.

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Final Verse

Now I see the golden hall,

its great fires burning.

Brothers and sisters rise laughing,

their drinking horns lifted high.

I lay down my helmet one final time,

not from exhaustion—but from peace.

Today I carried a sword.

Tonight, I drink in Valhalla.