The thread was spun until support into ash, into bone
I did not choose the loom
I did not choose the hand
Skjold upon the earth
Ild within the chest
What the Norns have carved, I cannot undo
I walk the path they laid in silence
From soil to sky, from birth to fire
The wyrd is mine, though I did not write it
I bear the weight, I do not resist
The raven spoke my name in ancient tongue
Before the frost, before the sun had bled
I am the echo of a war unmarked
The heir of nothing but the choice to stand
Skjold upon the earth
Ild within the chest
What the Norns have carved, I cannot undo
I walk the path they laid in silence
From soil to sky, from birth to fire
The wyrd is mine, though I did not write it
I bear the weight, I do not resist
Valkyrja!
The horn resounds across the frozen plain
Ild og stål!
I am the blade that meets the falling rain
I walk the path they laid in thunder
From soil to sky, from birth to pyre
The wyrd is mine, I raise it higher
I bear the weight, I am the fire
The thread was spun
I walk it still