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On the misty battlefield

Many fallen warriors lie

When eerie chants of woe

Slowly emerge from the sky

As the ghostly chanting swells

The chosen slain slowly rise

Leaving flesh and blood behind

While two ravens circle the skies

(chorus)

Hear the choir

Of the valkyries sing

Hear them call

All the slain to the hall

See the host

Of the valkyries fly

Watch them bear

All the elect to the sky

The chanting goddesses carry

The chosen fallen from the field

To their father's glorious hall

And again steel they shall wield

(chorus)