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THE WINDS OF VALHALLA
As I walk through the gates of Valhalla
Within all its splendour
To sit with ten thousand warriors
The winds blow from all four directions
As if bought from
The horseman of the apocalypse
A raging storm of destruction
Trying to bring me to my knees
Before I reach the great hall
It whips the parched earth
Into my skin
And yet I still walk on
My shield covering my face
As the storm whips
A tornado around my body
When all of a sudden all is calm And behind me
I hear the whisper of the valkyrie
Soft and tender in my ear
As it whispers
These is your storm
Your winds of anger
Calm them my dear warrior
For you are among your own now
© Valhalla bound