Wherever there is conflict,
Wherever there is war.
Good men fall in battle,
For a cause worth dying for.
Some taken from the battlefield,
By a Chooser of the slain.
And proudly taken to Valhalla,
Where they will live again.
Those who carry the worthy.
These Choosers of the slain.
Are all noble warrior women,
And Valkyrie is their name.
They ride boldly on horse-back,
Majestically gliding in the air.
Collecting all courageous souls,
Who payed the price for war's nightmare.
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