Valkyrie's Cries

The Valkyrie's Cries,
loud from the skies.
'Bout death and war,
to come and before.

Swooping down,
from all around.
The have no fears,
and shed no tears.

Thier weapons clanging,
and gold shields banging.
Armor that gleams,
forged from sun beams.

Battlefield gone thick with mud,
wet and sticky mixed with blood.
Away they fly after the fight,
in search of a new foe, that they will smite.

The Valkyrie's cries,
fade fromt he skies.
'Bout the glories of war,
to come and before.