The matter of a mother's pain
Is manifested in a name,
My daughter is a Valkyrie,
But the forsaken cannot see

"A rose by any other name",
So a warrior she will remain
But one thing I cannot abide:
This insult to my daughter's pride.

It's your child who is sacrificed-
Forced to live a borrowed life.
A girl cursed with my daughter's name
Will now carry her mother's shame

My Valkyrie has been betrayed
Before a cry she ever made.
But isn't it a helpful curse?
To learn that pain bеgins at birth?

So I embrace this violent gift,
A wolf can liе behind a kiss.
I didn't know the death you need
To truly forge a Valkyrie.