Valhalla Awaits

 
the tares of the field care not for winter or summer
they worship the cold and the hot alike

singing throughout history
sailing through time itself they made a cradle here
for their offspring, they have prevailed

under a veil of secrecy
the drum of the heart beats strong in the soul of their children
Valhalla awaits us brethren of ice and spring

eat and be replenished
space is vast we sail ever strong
mightily claiming what is ours

pagan to some as were the first men
before the sun rose here
sailing through the galaxies leaving our seed

may they flourish
only time will tell