I swing and I slash,
I tear and I clash,
my iron is strong,
like my sense of right and wrong.

Our armor 'twas forged,
mind and body now merged.
We march onward with strength,
as the battles come to arm's length.

Our path filled with pain and misery,
let it bring forth victory,
let the taste of bitter regret,
teach you to never forget.

Fighting is where we feel like we belong,
for that is why we are strong,
never do we waver, nor do we forget one's favor,
join me battle sisters and brothers,
stand with me in heart and soul!

With each challenge that we survive,
our weapons get duller, and yet we shall strive!

The bruises that we carry,
only oneself can he tally,
sing for the fallen ones,
and carry their weapons to their sons!

Now then, friends, you may rejoice,
let them all hear your voice,
our laughter and tears,
our sadness and cheers,
share them and shout, for Valhalla we seek out!