"Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it."

       Do I not seem soft and gentle, my skin, smooth, my hair undone, but in my softness, my blood burns. Rage I will on the battle-field, you will know and remember my cry. A woman can be fierce, a woman is like a sleeping dragon, caution is required when you approach, for if it wakes, it will fly, free, streaming fire across the field, burning all in wrathful flames. I pick up my sword, and hold it high. I have no fear, to Valhalla I ride.