tarry

 
Valhalla are you listening?
oh Father of the great Viking Clan,
where shall I find comfort?
 
my lady has passed
and like those before
her soul as smoke will rise
among ruins I seek entry
into the kingdom
to see my lass
 
oh Valhalla are you listening?
 
I will not tarry I'm even at the gates
reunite me with my Queen
casting for the fates with my last breath I praise
resurrect the dawn and my lady fair with it
 
I beseech you lord
renew my faith in bond
I am bound to you oh lord
in ruins I will remain