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Wonderer of the Nine Realms
"Ride, ride—through the storm and fire! Carry the fallen, lift them higher!"
🔥 Feel the fury of Odin’s shieldmaidens! 🔥
Soaring through the storm-lit sky, the Valkyries ride across the battlefield, claiming the souls of the fallen and guiding them to Valhalla. These legendary warrior-maidens, handpicked by Odin himself, decide who shall perish and who shall rise again in the halls of the gods. Their wings cut through the thunder, their voices echo with fate, and their presence strikes both awe and fear into the hearts of warriors.
The Ride of the Valkyries
From the storm-lit sky we ride,
Wings of fire, death our guide.
Silver helms and steel so bright,
We claim the fallen from the fight.
Shields are shattered, blades run red,
One last breath—your fate is set!
🔥 Ride, ride—through the storm and fire! 🔥
Carry the fallen, lift them higher!
From battlefield to golden hall,
Valhalla calls! Valhalla calls!
Thunder cracks as war drums sound,
Brothers lie upon the ground.
We are the storm, we are the tide,
Through fire and blood, we rise and ride!
Swords are broken, kings will fall,
One last breath—we take them all!
🔥 Ride, ride—through the storm and fire! 🔥
Carry the fallen, lift them higher!
From battlefield to golden hall,
Valhalla calls! Valhalla calls!
Through shadowed skies, we bear the brave,
Across the sea, beyond the grave.
Odin waits, the feast is set,
No warrior dies—no soul forgets.
🔥 Ride… ride… to the golden hall… 🔥
Valhalla calls… Valhalla calls…