Foretold by the runes
Lying here in the cool grass
The bloodied bodies strewn
May Goddess Freyja find me
Under the pale moon
As I offer up to her
My last tune...
Now we see what the seers saw
The blood runs red
From the land of the snows
Comes the hammer
That makes you dead
Divine Goddess, I beseech you
To remember my name
Above the smoke of war
Your field awaits the slain
For the love of Freyja
I battle on
To find embrace in her bosom
Her soldier son
On the field Folkvangr
Where the lost get found
Blood bursts from her fingers
Run down to the ground...
This bloody ax that I wield
Is the cure for our disease
Our own daughters never had
So much as these
Now I drift from the battle cries
I can feel your light
I search hard for my last breath
I clutch your picture tight
For the love of Freyja
I battle on
To find embrace in her bosom
Her soldier son
On the field Folkvangr
Where the lost get found
Blood bursts from her fingers
Run down to the ground...
This bloody ax I wield
Is the cure for our disease
Cause our own daughters
Never had so much as these
Us boys from the northern lands
Remember tails told
Could crush any enemy
To dry your tears of gold
For the love of Freyja
I battle on
To find embrace in her bosom
Her warrior sons
On the field Folkvangr
Where the lost get found
Blood bursts from her fingers
Run down to the ground...
All the things have come to pass now Foretold by the runes Lying here in the cool grass The bloodied bodies strewn May Goddess Freyja find me Under the pale moon As I offer up to her My last tune... Now we see what the seers saw The blood runs red From the land of the snows Comes the hammer That makes you dead Divine Goddess, I beseech you To remember my name Above the smoke of war Your field awaits the slain For the love of Freyja I battle on To find embrace in her bosom Her soldier son On the field Folkvangr Where the lost get found Blood bursts from her fingers Run down to the ground... This bloody ax that I wield Is the cure for our disease Our own daughters never had So much as these Now I drift from the battle cries I can feel your light I search hard for my last breath I clutch your picture tight For the love of Freyja I battle on To find embrace in her bosom Her soldier son On the field Folkvangr Where the lost get found Blood bursts from her fingers Run down to the ground... This bloody ax I wield Is the cure for our disease Cause our own daughters Never had so much as these Us boys from the northern lands Remember tails told Could crush any enemy To dry your tears of gold For the love of Freyja I battle on To find embrace in her bosom Her warrior sons On the field Folkvangr Where the lost get found Blood bursts from her fingers Run down to the ground... Explain Request ×
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