Battle upon battle, the human tradition.
Salvation of heroes, her duty per rendition.
Gaze upon that cold armoured battlemaiden,
A heart shielded in snow and duty toward fallen men.
Loyal to the Allfather, true to your duty.
Lock this emotion, chain that love, O’ great beauty.
Yet, Heimdal’s foretold damnation. The mistake that costs His favor.
Lock her in ice, bind her wings in frost, forever and ever.
She slumbers in her cold, icy bed…waiting, hoping
For the arrival of a hero. It’s been centuries, she’s still praying.
It’s been centuries then, he lays eyes upon his fated demise.
She’s cold. She’s exquisite. A love to memorize.
The ice melts, she awakens, her heart is free. She may find what happiness means yet.
The prickly ice is a half forgotten memory.
Melted away by love and laughter, the joy of the century.
He promises: I’ll be back my dearest, wait for my return.
She holds her daughter, smiles and bids farewell in turn.
He returns, it’s all wrong, he brings a friend,
He doesn’t recall, a relationship she can’t mend.
She despairs, proposes the insurmountable trial.
He deceives, she accepts swallowing back the bile.
The ice around her returns. She locks her despair up tight around this icy tomb of her heart.
The tragedy of her fate is acceptable.
He is happy, it should be amenable.
Until another steals him. Her icy heart bursts
Flames of rage and envy, her spear for vengeance thirsts.
She ends him, she ends him, she ends him.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, madness tears apart his limbs.
She feels cold bathed in his blood. So, so cold. Like the ice of his corpse
She returns to that icy range, her madness burns still,
It burns cold, She is cold, his blood on her is cold, a cold, cold hill.
She is a Valkyrie, the icy warrior maiden.
She is a failure, regret heavyladen.
Born for icy cold salvation, the eldest daughter of duty.
Imprisoned on a frosted bed, the helpless beauty.
Rescued from snow and hail, the beloved warrior.
Forgotten and deceived, cold in her despair.
And so comes madness, the cruel cold of retribution.
It leads at last, back to this hail, frost and snow. Tomb of cold absolution.
It starts in ice, ends in snow.
She sleeps in this frosted bough.
Perhaps one day to awaken warmer,
To meet him again, to a fate happier.
Let’s meet there.
The Maiden of a certain Overlord's heart
She has someone to warm her if she gets cold I see