Beauty on winged horses, we see the flicker of the Valkyries.
Aurora Boriales, the Northern lights are shimmering.
High up on the mountain of Asgard, burns a boat of
eternal flame, reunite with fallen warriors, in Odin's hall of the
slain. I can hear the Raven's cry, there will be no tomorrow. Can
you hear the Raven's cry, will it fill the land with sorrow. Can you
see the Raven's fly as your falling into battle. Odin hears his
Raven's cry, 'Ragnarok' The final battle.
We wear our mighty Thor's Hammer, it makes us strong, it makes
us free. Hail you son of War, you give us strength, pride and purity!
Take flight mighty Raven's for you are thought and memory, fly
high mighty Raven's, high above our enemy's...
