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.