As the warriors readied themselves for battle, a group of blue-eyed young maidens, riding on bright, gleaming horses, moved through their ranks, invigorating them with words and gestures, and softly singing warlike songs that would soon transform into triumphant hymns for those who fell, mortally wounded, on the battlefield. These Valkyrias, enchanting nymphs of carnage, revelled in the sounds of clashing weapons, the spilling of blood, and the dying cries of the injured, even relishing the scen ... (Read More)