When Bifrost’s flung across the void
And battles roar below
Saga’d men in leather strive
In trading hack for blow.
When teeth are bared in effort
As the battleaxes clash,
When blood shall run in rivulets
As storms of Vikings lash-

THEN

Ride, sisters ride! Over Bifrost thunder!
Sweep the fallen to your steeds
And never mind the plunder!
Ride, sisters, ride! Battle cries a’screaming
Oh, Valkyries bring the heroes home
To join Valhalla dreaming!


When storms of Viking lash the coast
With rivulets of blood,
As battleaxes cleave and bite
Above the brazen flood,
When riven shields are marred with bone
And saga’d heroes fall,
When battles savage raise a score
Elect for Odin’s hall-

THEN

Ride, sisters ride! Battle helms a’sparkle!
Raise the slain to victory
Amidst the foes’ debacle!
Ride, sisters, ride! Battle shields a’gleaming
Oh, Valkyries bear the heroes home
To their Valhalla dreaming!


When Vikings fall in latter days
All fading grey and cold,
As hearing keen deserts their ears
And dims their spirits bold,
When death becomes a beckoned friend
So welcome to the door,
When men of might descry the cold
And know they’ll fight no more-

THEN

Ride, sisters ride! Flaxen hair unpleach,
Hold the dying to your breast
The bridge of air’s in reach;
Ride, sisters, ride! Your eyes a’mercies beaming-
Oh, Valkyries bring the heroes home
To bright Valhalla dreaming!


Valkyries bring the heroes home
To their Valhalla dreaming.