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Release the Viking in you!

warriorsofmidgard:

Release the Viking in you!

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Snow covers the battle scene, seeing death amongst the evergreens.A shield and sword in my grip, in the snow we all stumble and slip.Have I chosen a cold dead end road, a grave and dew-licked grass as my abode.Flat on my back I see a clear sky, and a Valkyrie in my view as I lie.Did I close my eyes, is this tale true, did these maidens choose me and you? Did I close my eyes, is this tale true, does Valhalla exist for me and you? Ice covers a river-side dream, it breaks pulling me under the stream.Sunlight drowns and daylight disappears, an eclipse shrouding the mighty sphere.Then a female voice spoke, softly saying things, a myriad of watery swirls transform into a horse with wings.A body appeared to which the voice did belong, to Asgard she whispered, like a heroine in a song.Am I asleep, is this dream as real as it appears, am I really a hero, my vision of Valhalla so clear? Am I asleep, is this dream as real as it appears, as Odin steps forward I say goodbye to my fears.We cross a rainbow bridge to the other side, amongst the clouds where heroes of battle reside.Stood at the doors of silver, my wonder unsurpassed, chosen by King Odin to live a life of ever last.In the hall of heroes, its walls lamented with shields, I am paralysed by the splendour that it yields.You must understand my friend that this tale is true, for Valhalla and Valkyries exist for me and you. 

warriorsofmidgard:

 

Snow covers the battle scene, 
seeing death amongst the evergreens.
A shield and sword in my grip, 
in the snow we all stumble and slip.
Have I chosen a cold dead end road, 
a grave and dew-licked grass as my abode.
Flat on my back I see a clear sky, 
and a Valkyrie in my view as I lie.

Did I close my eyes, is this tale true, 
did these maidens choose me and you? 
Did I close my eyes, is this tale true, 
does Valhalla exist for me and you? 

Ice covers a river-side dream, 
it breaks pulling me under the stream.
Sunlight drowns and daylight disappears, 
an eclipse shrouding the mighty sphere.
Then a female voice spoke, softly saying things, 
a myriad of watery swirls transform into a horse with wings.
A body appeared to which the voice did belong, 
to Asgard she whispered, like a heroine in a song.

Am I asleep, is this dream as real as it appears, 
am I really a hero, my vision of Valhalla so clear? 
Am I asleep, is this dream as real as it appears, 
as Odin steps forward I say goodbye to my fears.

We cross a rainbow bridge to the other side, 
amongst the clouds where heroes of battle reside.
Stood at the doors of silver, my wonder unsurpassed, 
chosen by King Odin to live a life of ever last.
In the hall of heroes, its walls lamented with shields, 
I am paralysed by the splendour that it yields.
You must understand my friend that this tale is true, 
for Valhalla and Valkyries exist for me and you. 

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