Queen of Folkvangr

Feathers of fire on midnight skies She knows all truth and mortal lies From blood-soaked ground the brave arise— Freya calls them to her side War-born beauty, heart of gold A force no mortal hand can hold Her touch is warm, her gaze is cold— A goddess fierce and bold Silver tears… burning breath… Love entwined with death… FREYA! Queen of Folkvangr—claim the fallen! Through storm and steel, their names are calling! Half to Odin… half to your flame— Golden wings cut through the rain! FREYA! Lift them where the torches burn— To the halls where warriors return! Wild-heart goddess of the roar Where love and death collide in war Her amber fire forevermore— The oath the brave fight for She takes the broken, takes the few Blessed by blood, reborn anew No shield can hide, no blade pass through The fate she draws them to Silver tears… burning breath… Love entwined with death… FREYA! Queen of Folkvangr—claim the fallen! Through storm and steel, their names are calling! Half to Odin… half to your flame— Golden wings cut through the rain! FREYA! Lift them where the torches burn— To the halls where warriors return! Golden wings of fire descend… For every life… for every end… Her love a blade, her wrath a friend… The broken rise The fallen mend FREYA! Queen of Folkvangr—claim the fallen! Storms obey the names you’re calling! Half to Odin… half to your flame— Carry their souls beyond the pain! FREYA! Guide them where the torches burn— To the halls where warriors return