And ride with us young bonny lass — with the angels of the night.
Crack wind clatter — flesh rein bite on an out-size unicorn.
Rough-shod winging sky blue flight on a Cold Wind to Valhalla.
And join with us please — Valkyrie maidens cry above the Cold Wind to
Valhalla.
Break fast with the Gods. Night angels serve with ice-bound majesty.
Frozen flaking fish raw nerve — in a cup of silver liquid fire.
Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve and light the old Valhalla.
Come join with us please — Valkyrie maidens cry above the Cold Wind to
Valhalla.
[Instrumental]
The heroes rest upon the sighs of Thor’s trusty hand-maidens.
Midnight lonely whisper cries, «We’re getting a bit short on heroes
Lately.»
Sword snap fright white pale good-byes in the desolation of Valhalla.
And join with us please — Valkyrie maidens ride empty-handed on the Cold
Wind to Valhalla.