Valhalla

Sometimes I feel as though I'm floating,
Through the mists of a time, long ago,
A lone rider in a forgotten wilderness,
Trying to escape the revenges of war,
With a bleeding heart and a broken sword,
I head into the setting sun,
In search of the fabled Valhalla,
The grand banquet hall of Odin,
I travel on through snow and ice,
To reach the heavenly world of Asgard,
To be rewarded for my courage and skills,
And take my place among the Einherjar.

I stand before Death's cathedral,
And profoundly read your epitaph,
A few words scribbled on cold stone,
To compensate my bleeding heart,
My soul gets an aching urge to fly,
Away from my misery and my pain,
The pain that holds me in its steely grip,
The pain that holds me to this plain.
It's not yet my time to dance with ghosts,
And in this heartache, I must remain,
Until my sands of time run out,
Valhalla is but a dream.

Memories of the tears you cried,
And the sadness you endured,
Are all to real to me now,
And my deep sorrow is assured.
As I watched the ceremony of your death,
And saw your misty soul fly away,
I was too slow to follow in your wake,
And now your memory will forever haunt me,
I prayed over your broken bones,
To a God who did not heed my plea,
And now I'm left in this cold lifeless twilight,
All alone, with my painful memories.

As my life's blood slowly evaporates,
And my sands of time slowly dissolve,
I await the arrival of the Valkyries,
To fly me to Odin's great hall,
But for now I must remain here,
Beneath the withering autumnal skies,
To await the freezing snows of winter,
For it is only then that my soul shall rise,
It is only then that we shall meet again,
When I shall fly on my parting breath,
To the great hall of Valhalla,
Where I will unite with you in death.