Battle Sky - Countess

The wind still is raging, but arrows no longer fly

Corpses cover the field, so many warriors fell

Ghastly goddesses now descend from the sky

Across the clouds Valkyries ride

Mounted on wolves, in the sky

Choosing the slain, fallen heroes

To carry them to the hall up high

Shield maidens weave the web of war

Ordaining the clash of sword and spear

Corpses of kings, bodies of champions

The horn of war they all did hear

The goddesses bear the brave dead

From the fields of blood and woe

Their bravery will now be rewarded

To the most splendid hall they do go

Above the field the Valkyries fly

Riding high

‘Neath the fallen heroes lie

Riding high

Above the field the Valkyries fly

Riding high

‘Neath the chosen warriors lie

Riding through the Battle sky