Wardruna\Helvegen

In Valhalla, where warriors rest
waiting for divine command
stand again to fight in Ragnarok  
in the battle of the twilight of the gods
there a warrior weeps bitterly  
for in death he sees the face
of a lost love in ethereal grace
a maiden of his village pure
 
In Asgard's realm unearthly beauty reigns
where walls of gold adorn the walls  
and dreams like gossamer threads
reaches into the soul and sings  
of love lost and forgotten treasures  
within the core of a mortal coil
he fought with valour boldly in battles
to earn his place in the halls of the gods
 
within Asgard he weeps, his tears flow
for he will never know his love's embrace
in Valhalla's halls where heroes dwell
he longs for the smell of her hair  
the way she whispers his name
the baby boy born of their union
fate has torn them worlds apart,
leaving him a warrior with a broken heart
 
 

 “In the hearts of madmen, pain and corruption has no meaning
The sounds of tortured souls is just irrelevant background screaming,
 “Across psychotic landscapes of silent oblivion
Causing mass suicides, because the weak is tired of livin,

 “Of a world long ago that has been forsaken
In which their miserable foolish lives is prepared to be taken,
 “Driving them insane with unwanted failed reflections
Separating them methodically in painful maze-like directions,

 “Reacting to an unseen dark and dangerous will
Forcing down the throat that tattered pill,
 “Without water, call the situation dry hope
Or pray silently for avoidance of the possible coming choke,

 “Either blistered or blackened they find themselves the prey
Outsiders, watching their good souls turn Gehenna gray,
 “That blurs the lines between black and white
Now there’re trying to understand, under a permanent twilight,

 “Bound and bled with impaled rusty spikes in the head
Semi-controlled in what is seen and what is said,
 “A true living specimen part of a lifelong test
With the final results, being eternal rest,

 “At that moment are they condemned?
Or once again under the control of another’s whim,
 “Playthings of fiends, with utter destruction in mind
Or God himself-forever on the tic-toc of his divine time,

 “Some consider heaven and hell a forced wasteland
Willing to sacrifice themselves in the pit of the annihilated damned,
 “To suffer the eternal eon on the plane of Abaddon
Under the eye of a soul-draining pale sun,

 “Falling from an eclipse-darkened sky
Because heaven and hell they truly choose to deny,
 “Along with brimstone paradises or streets paved of gold
To the welcoming gates of the extinction of the soul”.

Looking back is easier than moving forward
when everything important is toward
the past, pointing like a sick joke
choking your lungs like acrid smoke.
Life cannot be lived in reverse,
alas, this is love's true curse
to know that the end will eventually come
and you can only play dumb,
pretending that your happy with the situation
knowing but not preventing devastation  
Yesterday's sunset and sunrise
were just your hopes and dreams in disguise
as you watch them come and go
never truly being able to know
which one you'll capture and which you won't,
which you do or do not really want.
Looking back to see how far you have walked
just to ignore the warning signs chalked
on the stoney thing you call a heart,
one small crack away from falling apart.
You cannot trudge this journey with your eyes
facing away from the ultimate prize,
only yesterday could you truly see
but now we march into eternity.

   
Carry my old bones home it's too cold now  
over time sail my weary soul    
Kinsmen of the Viking way  
sling me into Valhalla  
where our farthers lie  
   
A song shall see me there  
I will follow the drumming of your hearts into its gates  
Odin awaits this shiledmaiden of faith  
lying down sheath and shield  
   
Thunder strikes the earth    
a Vikings reward  
a watery end to our glory  
   
A hero's knowledge our bounty  
our bloodshed worth more than gold and siliver

Holding, the midnight sunsets rays
bestow on me a parting gift
deaths final curtain as portraid
leave a crack, through which to slip

How true the fireside stories told
as on the longboat, depart the shore
uncertain journey, stepping bold
towards the next, tommorows doors

When falls the winters crispest snow
hunt with giants, gallop wild
naked in the strange arora`s glow
painted fresh and death denied

Sreaming hair, I`m a wolf apace
transformed, bathed with springtime`s pride
valor engraved on my breastplate
hadies cheated and to Hel arrived

 Through the ending mists of life
my song it echoes back and forth
gone, the well of tears and strife
towards the bridge of Gjöll`s mort

Falling like the eagles dive
beyond the devils firey veil
leaping moonstruck, end unmortified
a warrior hero, restored, regailed

The brotherhood of battles gone
Vallhalla, return to Odins throne
the brave parade, a fighting throng
home, all citidels of ice and stone

   
Everything must change  
Throughout this existence and into the next  
The conquest of time awaits  
For those who seek will find the birth of eternity  
   
Life is a transformation  
The gods insist we participate  
Mind and body give way to immortal spirit  
Triumphant of the lifespan on earth  
   
Across the river we will go  
Converting recollections of the past into songs  
With a winged victory we will traverse  
The universe  
And into the arms of forever  
   
The sorrows of yesterday  
Will be but a memory tomorrow  
For in the metamorphosis of the soul  
We shall become glorious  
   
Asgard awaits