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The weapons of our women Have been shackled and chained too long. Let the Valkyrie ride By the White man's side And sing the racial song. The minds of our women can be clear and sharp With a perception men don't know. Remember the years When our women were seers And let your powers flow. And 'though it's not your nature To stand against the throng, Let the Valkyrie ride By the White man's side And sing the racial song. The ego of a man can be a mountain, Yet fragile as delicate flowers. So know his desires And fuel his fires, For this is one of your powers. Caesar expended the blood of his legions Clear to the British Isles. Then a teenage girl Conquered him and his world With naught but feminine wiles. The life of our race is in your womb And in the children you bore. So love our kind With soul and mind Or our folk will be no more. Now is the time of Ragnarok. You must be loyal and strong. Let the Valkyrie ride By the White man's side And sing the racial song. |