VALHALLA CALLING

Have walked through endless winter. I have slept beneath the snow. Every wound became a warning. Every scar became a road. Let the storm come down around me. Let the mountains split in two. I will answer every thunder with the strength I Always knew. Wolves are calling in the distance. Ravens circle through the gray. There is something in the darkness that Refuses to fade away. I don’t need a golden kingdom. I don’t need a borrowed name. Give me one last northern sunrise. Give me one more burning Flame. When the cold wind calls, I’ll answer. When the war drums shake the earth. When the night surrounds the fire, I’ll remember where I’m from. From the stone, from the ocean, From the forest and the snow. I will carry those before me everywhere My footsteps go. And if I disappear tomorrow, if the winter Takes me home, let my voice remain in thunder. Let my spirit walk the Snow. The north is calling. The fire is alive. The old road lies before us and we Were born to rise.