She shed the burden of a troubled past, her weary soul not yet at rest, found Valhalla, home of the blessed.
The Valkyries, sisters of the air,
Greeted her with a knowing, steady stare.
The battlefields of Valhalla, now her sight.
She mounted steed, a creature of light.
She led the charge, in the endless fight.
With sword and shield, and glorious voice.
She sang her song of victorious flight.