When others fell, and others died, beautiful faces white.
His mighty sword rings on and on, attesting to his might.

And when they came upon him, their faces dark and vile.
Their numbers stretching vast and wide, it only brought a smile.

There is only one path to honor fair, and Odin's golden gate,
To ride with blond haired valkyries, in accordance with his fate.

And all the gods are watching as he screams his battle cry,
And he raises he sword up to them, as if to salute them in the sky.

For truly he is blessed, in all ways a man can be.
Belonging to a people, never brought onto their knees.