Cold Wind To Valhalla

This one's called Cold Wind To Valhalla
Three, four


And ride with us young bonny lass
With the angels of the night
Crack wind clatter, flesh rein bite
On an out-size unicorn
Rough-shod winging sky blue flight
On a cold wind to Valhalla
And join with us please, Valkyrie maidens cry
Above the cold wind to Valhalla
Breakfast with the gods, night angels serve
With ice-bound majesty
Frozen flaking, fish raw nerve
In a cup of silver liquid fire
Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve
And light the old Valhalla
"Come join with us please," the Valkyrie maidens cry
Above the cold wind to Valhalla

The heroes rest upon the sighs
Of Thor's trusty hand maidens
Midnight lonely, whisper, cries
"We're getting a bit short on heroes lately."
Sword snap, fright white, pale good, goodbyes
In the desolation of Valhalla
And join with us please, the Valkyrie maidens ride
Empty-handed on the cold wind to Valhalla