The grim madness of the battlefields Of violence, bloodshed and death Crushed bodies and broken shields Brave man take their last breath Thither was called the Valkyrie Death angel, a saviour in guise But grim, so cold and wintery Armored with desired demise Over the mountains, the glorious ride Out of the darkness, into the light Wonderous their enigma, beauteous and cruel Phantasm or reality, lightbearer or ghoul? In all the chaos and the earthen weight Of torment, torture and pain She elects the ones to elevate From the perished and the slain The ride is wild and ominous Empyreal and arcane In her arms the answer's found to all quests profound Over the mountains, the glorious ride Out of the darkness, into the light Out of the darkness, into the light