Blood and Honor - Ironsword

The day dawns rending the sky

Unsheathed swords held up high

Gods of war hear my battle cry

For many warriors today shall die

Marching with a trumpet’s din

As each king boasts their kin

I fight the battles in glory vain

So that braggart kings may reign

Ride maidens ride

Across the battle plain

Ride maidens ride

Choosers of the slain

Valhalla’s gates open wide

For fallen heroes that have died

White winged steeds sweep the field

Yet my spirit I shall not yield

Ride maidens ride

Across the battle plain

Ride maidens ride

Choosers of the slain

Whatever toils I faced before

The scent of treachery I bore

I’ve fed on wrath and on hate

Their own bane forged my fate

Kings choked in their own moans

Let the vultures pluck their bones

They have tried to put me down

Now their heads roll on the ground

(Repeat chorus)