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For Valhalla

- For Valhalla -

"No happiness without order,
In harmony: with chaos pure.
No order without authority,
In harmony: with fair liberty.
No authority without unity,
In harmony: with our dignity.�

The thunder is rumbling, and I heard it calling me,
My patriot�s heart has reminded me of old glory�
We might have been bloodied but ne�er defeated.
I will struggle until at last in Valhalla I am greeted!
No red hell shall claim me, nor shall I be broken�
Until I hold the sword that is my power and token.
The lands once defiled shall be holy and cleansed,
My words will rain like fire to create and to rend!
We must be as wolves, lest slaughter come to all,
Let us howl at the moon, lofty and proud our call.
We must soar as eagles, snatching up our laurels,
Our rightful reward far more precious than pearls.
Lightning strikes fast, and in an instant all changes,
You cannot slay an ideal; over all things it ranges!

A black sun rises over lands beyond north winds,
In the land of Thule: which a noble force defends.
Power to heal or to destroy, within a force divine,
Men called it the Vril, in another era of past time!

For honor and blood, for what is true and is right,
I would blacken the sun, to bring the eternal night.
And from the darkness, radiance would emerge�
The new sun would be glorious, warmly to surge!
Follow my banner; the hour is hastening, so late�
So take up your arms, rejoice and become great!
Let your voices be heard, let your heart be lifted,
We are the future; we are as children most gifted.
Told to obey, by those inferior and long blinded�
We are their betters and we need not be minded.
Our castles are scattered, but our nobility is not�
It is within our hearts, and in every grand thought.
You would keep us in the past, but dawn is nigh,
And my voice roars as a dragon beneath the sky.

A call goes out unto the spirits of the very winds,
Unto the land of Thule, a high power commends.
Power to heal or to destroy, within human souls,
That force exists, of which well the divine knows.

The deceivers have been given their time to reign,
But their power cannot last; that shall be our gain.
I am the serpent, whose coils are in every heart�
Yet I do not speak lies, and I do my humble part,
For a dream of something perfect, ideals pristine!
Prepare your spirit for salvation, becoming clean.
When the trumpet is sounded, all gods will know,
That we are rising above the flame and the snow!
Behold the coming of the blessed, in awful wrath,
You called us damned, but you fell from the path.
For Valhalla we are bound, as below and above,
Our fallen are not dead, but held by perfect love!
No hand may slay us, for we shall rise up again�
The old wars are over but our fight will ne�er end.

A memory of another age, is whispered on winds,
From the land of Thule the old memory descends.
Power to heal or to destroy, the knowledge lost�
Is ours again, though it comes not without the cost.

So mortal is the heart when it breaks in sorrows�
Forgetting the morrow, that pierces dark shadows.
And when the soul knows the utmost of despair�
May my words give courage, where none is there!
Beyond twilight I had walked and slumbered long,
Ere awakening beyond the mists to a distant song!
To conquer the forces that brought me unto doom,
For victory and honor, I shall disperse the gloom�
And I shall not know shame: nor the miseries past.
I will reach beyond it all to build something to last!
My hand reached out and touched what awaits us,
And an eternal hand was waiting to receive it, thus.
My words are a gift, and so receive it graciously�
For words hold the power to shape human destiny.