Valkyrie

VALKYRIE

The Valkyrie
Who waits for thee
Tires not of that
Mead soaked orgy
She calls Peace,
She needn’t cease
Waiting your release,
When mortal fate,
Leads to that gate,
You call Death,

The Valkyrie

Who waits for thee,
She who can see
Much more than we
Through icy eyes
Like winter skies
Colder than lies,
Yet shining bright,
To banish the night
You call Death

The Valkyrie

Who waits for thee
Kens well infinity
Knows and loves eternity,
Her father’s hall
Has room for all
Who hear His call
To meet in slaughter
With His daughter
You call Death