Lagertha: Wrath and Grace

In the valleys of Norway, where the cold winds blow
A woman of iron, with a heart made of snow
When the tyrant Frodo brought terror and shame
She stood in the front line, protecting her name
With her shield painted blue, and her gaze like a blade
She fought like a valkyrie, completely unafraid
Even Ragnar was amazed by the blood she had shed
A warrior, a equal, whom the great hero wed

Lagertha, the Shield of Kattegat, rise
The fury of Freya shines bright in your eyes
No king shall control you, no jarl breaks your will
The shadow of your blade is hunting them still
Hail the Queen

The bonds have been broken, the paths had to part
But no silent sorrow could conquer her heart
With her own longships sailing, she carved her own way
Becoming Jarl Ingstad, where the weak obey
She returned with her armies when Ragnar had need
A sovereign of justice, in word and in deed
From Hedeby's throne to the home she reclaimed
The greatest of queens that the North ever named

Lagertha, the Shield of Kattegat, rise
The fury of Freya shines bright in your eyes
No king shall control you, no jarl breaks your will
The shadow of your blade is hunting them still
Hail the Queen

Time carves its runes on the face of the brave
The old shield is broken, too many to save
In the dark streets of Kattegat, the prophecy came
A tragic illusion, a shadow, a name
By the hand of a brother, the silver blade bit
She fell to the earth, where the cold shadows sit
But she died as a warrior, with blood on her chest
Ready to ride to the halls of the blest

The longship is burning, out on the dark wave
A thousand ice statues weep over her grave
Valkyries are singing, the sky opens wide
To welcome the maiden who ruled with such pride
Beside the great gods, where the brave never die
Lagertha is soaring, high up in the sky

The shield has fallen
The legend stays
The shield has fallen
Through endless days