Upon the Wings of Valkyries

Surrounded by his kin, watching them dying to defend
Honour to have served, he feels pride now at the end

Regret flashes in his eyes, but he knows what’s done is done
One small mistake and the sword plunged into his lung

Leaning against an old oak, staring at the light shining through the trees
Gently the snow falls down, upon his face a nice cold breeze
From grievous wounds the blood start to spill, a slowly-flowing heat
The world now starts to fade, his heart slows its beat

His eyes start to close, yet more clearly now he sees
The woman walking towards him, through the gaps in the trees
She walks through the fray, there but unseen
Always now before him, though his body starts to lean

Her smile’s just for him, her eyes glow with light
Pride now swells within him, for he has longed for this sight
His fate written upon the wind by the Norns long before
This death was meant to be, this was to be his last war
Fallen in battle, his body broken and torn
Upon the wings of the Valkyries, he rises reborn
Upon the wings of the Valkyries, he rises reborn, Einherjer!

Stepping upon the Bifrost Bridge, to the sound of his ancestors’ cheers
Greeting he who holds the horn, who he’s walked beside all these years
Through the Hall of Five Hundred Doors to the table of plenty
Handed a horn of mead that will never be empty

The Warrior believed what the Norseman knew The Valkyries had come for his friends and they would come for him too
Einherjer! Rise!
Einherjer! Rise!

A child is born
For a moment the Halls go quiet
Its cries are music to his ears
A great pride fills him
And his eyes fill with tears
Life is not easy for the child
Many enemies are made
Grown strong of will and wild
Married to the blade
She trains by herself, yet she is never alone
She hears the voice of her father and the way before her is shown
One day she will be called upon and the horn will be blown
One day she will be called upon for she has a spirit of stone
A spirit of stone