Ride, ride, ride Valkyries Soon a new day will be spawned Scattered fires glow Soon first blood will be drawn And dying embers glow They await the suns first rays Anticipation running high The Norns are counting numbered days Hear the war-cry rise

Honestly, I can't believe it's burning again Like the first fires Run from fences, you don't have to pretend Now do you see it, the dream is gone Fatal fire, moving on Why do you need it in the ways to come Over you, the undertone First fires And if you