A Shieldmaidens tale:
Do I not seem soft and gentle,
My skin smooth, my hair undone,
But in my softness, my blood burns.
Rage I will on the battlefield,
You will know and remember my cry,
A woman can be fierce.
A woman is like a sleeping dragon,
Caution is required when you approach,
For if it wakes, it will fly, free.
Streaming fire across the field,
Burning all in wrathful flames,
I pick up my sword,
And hold it high
I have no fear
Good night Midgård!