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A fallen Valkyrie riding down the sky

Atop Hel Horse, wielding thunderbolts

A thunderous cry with breath like fire

The sound of a thousand hooves and harlots follow behind her

A she demon forged in the heat of battle

With Brokkr's blacksmith hammer

She has the beauty of the deadly belladonna

As seductive as the succubus

The enchanting voice of a deceitful siren

A Warrior princess that turns all to dust

She's not bound or chained, nor owned by any man

In sickness and in hell

She's loyal only to war

Unholy

Matrimony

Equal to no other

She's bathed in more blood than Elizabeth Bathory

Far stealthier than the spy Mata Hari

Striking fear and lust in all who see

That underneath the veil she's a true femme fatale

Can you feel the tension her presence creates

She'll destroy your world and take the hearts that she breaks

At her feet men stumble and crawl

In her hands kingdoms crumble and fall

Oh fallen Valkyrie that rode down from the sky