A trio of war, of battle, of strife
Giver of death and taker of life
Three women and three crowsThe maiden, the mother and the crone
The bloodstained angel watches us all
To deliver us to glory after we fall
Return to the halls of the dead
Her arm in mine, shieldmaiden′s stead
A trio of war, of battle, of strife
Giver of death and taker of life
Three women and three crows
The maiden, the mother and the crone
The bloodstained angel watches us all
To deliver us to glory after we fall
Return to the halls of the dead
Her arm in mine, shieldmaiden's stead
The phantom queen flies sovereign above
A spirit of black feathers watching below
She waits for the fallen to take their leave
So that she might be foretold to come
A squadron of valkyries in her wake
Singing laments and nocturnes for the lost
When cold finality is at stake
We who are crucified on the cross
Freya weeps upon her golden throne
For dead men slain in her name
A circlet of raven′s down on her brow
Rusts from her tears, fallen like rain
Ironically fortunate am I
To gaze upon a goddess so stunning
Pale skin of white and hair kissed by fire
O to a glorious heaven I'm coming
A trio of war, of battle, of strife
Giver of death and taker of life
Three women and three crows
The maiden, the mother and the crone
The bloodstained angel watches us all
To deliver us to glory after we fall
Return to the halls of the dead
Her arm in mine, shieldmaiden's stead
A trio of war, of battle, of strife
Giver of death and taker of life
Three women and three crows
The maiden, the mother and the crone
The bloodstained angel watches us all
To deliver us to glory after we fall
Return to the halls of the dead
Her arm in mine, shieldmaiden′s stead
Sable wings of celestial angels
Draped in white robes flowing freely
Guarded by serpentine armor
Before her I present myself kneeling
If this is the afterlife that awaits me
Then I would go with her to it
Warrior woman, goddess of ice
I trust that she could carry me through it
To a blissful eternity
Spent with her forever and ever
Until Ragnarok and the ends of the Earth
She is the guardian in the great endeavour
Would it be wrong to claim that I love her?
A mortal betrothed to a god of the frost?
I am hers and she is mine
Together in apocalyptic holocaust
