In halls of gold, where falcons soar,

A goddess rises, forevermore,

Bearer of beauty, of love and flame,

Freyja, eternal, the world speaks her name.

Through fields of battle, her chariot rides,

Pulled by the cats, where thunder hides,

Chooser of slain, in Folkvangr’s light,

Half to her hall, half to Odin’s might.

(Chorus)

Wings of Freyja, shining bright,

Guide the hearts through endless night,

Love and fury, war’s embrace,

The Valkyrie’s queen with a timeless grace.

Brisingamen, her necklace of fire,

Burns with the passion of mortal desire,

Seiðr she weaves, with whispering breath,

Binding the living, defying death.

Her tears are gold, for Óðr long lost,

Flowing like rivers, whatever the cost,

Yet still she stands, with sword in hand,

A goddess of war in the northern land.

(Chorus)

Wings of Freyja, shining bright,

Guide the hearts through endless night,

Love and fury, war’s embrace,

The Valkyrie’s queen with a timeless grace.

(Bridge)

From blood-soaked fields to lovers’ cries,

Her voice resounds across the skies,

A power eternal, wild and free,

The goddess of fate and destiny!

(Final Chorus)

Wings of Freyja, blazing high,

Through storm and fire, across the sky,

Love and war forever entwined,

The goddess reigns till the end of time!