Valhalla's Gate

Gather ye round the high fire,
Tis time for ye're tales to be told
See yonder the face of Valhalla,
Within the eyes of the valiants of old

For there they stand in the shadows,
Watchers who measure ye're weight
For it is they who will stand there to meet ye,
When ye come to Valhalla's great gate

Hear, the age of their glory,
When crimson and pinions flew:
Shed no tear for the warriors cruel story,
For it now comes passed down to you

To walk the road to Valhalla,
Where only the mighty dwell
To do less for souls such as yours men,
Is to sentence oneself unto hell

So take heed to the blood and the glory,
To the sword which sings it's own story
Stand fast to your God, forsake not your honor,
And hear ye're kin in Valhalla a'roaring

To bring ye home,
To set ye free
But first the road unwinds before thee...

And you must trod it til the end;
For no man shall enter Valhalla,
Who deserts his path, nor forsakes his friend

So gather ye round the high fire,
Witnesses watch ye tonight:
For the warrior kings of Valhalla,
Have come to hear tales of ye're might

Sing ye, ye're battle song,
Sing of your deeds, for the night is long,
Yet far to brief for such a task...

For here as we sit, every man worth his weight,
The mighty shall judge from Valhalla's great gate,
And choose for their choosing, their next son of fate

Stand, and let it be told,
Your fame, and your story:
The deeds ye have done,
What ye've lost, what ye've won,
To ye're shame, or to ye're glory,

And perhaps some distant scribe
Who awaits his Kings's command,
May yet engrave your name
On the roll of Valhalla's great band

Gather ye round the high fire,
Tis time for your tales to be told;
See yonder the face of Valhalla,
Within the eyes of the valiants of old

For there they stand in the shadows,
Watchers who measure ye're weight,
For it is they who will stand there to meet ye
When ye come to Valhalla's great gate.

Author: Caitlin MacLintock ~aka~Maid of Iron

©08/16/05

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