The battle-hardened maiden descends in her regal gait,
As clanks of clamouring steel subsides,
Crimson soaked marshes sprawling with death,
Twitching bodies ensuing after shattered heads,
Entrails entwined on broken blades,

She counts the spent bitterly with her cherry lips,
As her battalion sings in praise at the fallen dead,
Golden chariots and white steeds prepare the voyage,
Ferrying Vikings to Valhalla for an eternity of songs & mead