Your lips and rosey cheeks

My sister
My lover
My burning desire
I dream of your lips and your rosey cheeks
I dream of you and I  
I dream of the battlefield and the gates of Valhala
Together we stand
Together we fight
Together we survive with all our might
Today we fought
The battle was lost
One of our lives was lost
Do not cry
Do not fret
I shall wait for your arrival at the gates of odds
I shall wait so we may  dine with the gods
We feast on meat caught in the time of the great hunters
We drink wine as we praise the warriors
We tell tales of our conquests
We laugh as the living mock us
For we do not need a messiah to pray and shield us  
For the gods praise our wars and combats
For we dine in the halls of Valhala
Together once more, you and I
Again I press my lips and feel your rosey cheeks
Once more you warm my bed
Once more I can feel your breath
Once  more we lay together
And once more you and I are together, even in death