Valkyrie Chronicles
Eureka
Erotica
Everywhere but the throne
Where an old cuck cooks
Two Ravens pick apart their page doll
And through her threads she's made to look
The warrior princess takes her stand upon the stage
If she can topple all of midgar's fowl musk
She can maintain herself enough to make a change
Less Freyja has any woo upon a whim to say
The sister streeds tredge their way
Valhalla seems to have lost it's righteous way
A serpent so large and grim
Will make a lamp post out of such a bright and supple rim
A Valkyrie's war cry will have the final say
The hammer will hold a new victim in place
And a shape shifter's helm will be dawned as crown
For a princess to be queened bride of the realms
And a mark upon a womb to be claimed