the valkyries call

see! warpe is strecht'd for warriors' fall, lo! weft in loome, 'tis wet with bloode, withe entrails of men and heads of the slaine, on blood-sodden spears they are weavinge the fraye, heare. the valkyries' call, for warriors' fall, oh the maidens warp'd their woofe, heare the chant of yore, the valkyries' call, the swayers of war, oh the maidens spell'd their doome on the christen'd one, bloodstain'd swordes, lo! how spearheads flashe, shafte will breake and shields will crashe, one gore of bloode on the fielde dyed red, as the weavinge thrives the king's bloode be shed, heare. the valkyries' call, for warriors' fall, oh the maidens warp'd their woofe, heare the chant of yore, the valkyries' call, the swayers of war, oh the maidens spell'd their doome on the christen'd one, and thus they winde their warwinninge woofe, and the christend'd kinge, to deathe now foredoom'd, forthe they will ride, rushinge throughe the ranks, they spare not one life, stouthearted they'll stande, heare. the valkyries' call, for warriors' fall, oh the maidens warp'd their woofe, heare the chant of yore, the valkyries' call, the swayers of war, oh the maidens spell'd their doome on the christen'd one, the valkyries call.