Ballad of the
Warrior Maiden
I sing the praises of the
warrior maiden
Who carried the sword of
Thor.
To protect his people from
disaster,
She fought as never before.
Silent she rose from the
shadows
And stood upon the hill.
Her Valkyrie eyes gleamed
With readiness to do Thor’s
will.
In the valley the enemy waited
To attack those she held
dear.
Under the spell of the god
of thunder
He had brought her here.
She ruled the storm clouds
and the wind
With her sword held high
Thunder crashed all around
And lightning split the sky
Horses bucked, and men fell
Trembling in the glade
Fearful for their lives
They cried out for aid
She spoke out in fearful
voice
“Go,” she gave
a cry.
“If you do not as I
say,
All of you shall die.”
All the warriors turned to
run
Into the forest did they
flee.
Not a soul remained behind
Not one left did she see.
The maiden stood in awe
Of the powers she had wield
In the eerie silence
She lowered the sword she
held
Those she had come to save
From awful tragedy
Would sing her praise in
the halls
For all eternity