Battle maids,
Steel sitters,
Fate weavers,
I called to thee.

Alone, inside myself,
I ask for your power,
To regain,
To renew,
To release.

Destruction visits me,
And the whirlwind awaits.
But your hair is soft,
Wafting gently in the turmoil,
Curling slightly at the ends.

And the rains come, slick and fast,
Hard and swift,
Washing away the blood,
Washing away the tears.
My soul is cleansed,
My spirit renewed.

I honor thee, Valkyries,
Waelcyrie,
Walachuria.
Your glimmering lights fill me with hope,
Gifting my heart with the knowledge of freedom.