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The wind is rising the moon is cold

Unveils the future foretold

When looming silence embrace the ground

Spirits of vengeance alive

To die

Carry me to the house of sleep

Lay me down where the virgins weep

Cry my name to the Gods of wind

At the hall where the brave men feast

Now flies the banner and winds are high

Drunken with power we cry

You see the valkyries they haunt the dead

Carry them high overhead

To cry

Into the arms of death ...