posted on Jan, 15 2015 @ 01:40 PM
Valhalla
Walls of gold as told by lore
Prosperity that is no more
Banquet halls where feasted kings
with time did fade, like all good things
Brothers strong, kin of old
rending for the Dragon's gold
Test the metal in the fire
Spear the beast upon the spire
Born to claim the sacred ground
Bold visages valor-bound
in battlefields where rivers bleed
By firelight with mugs of mead
'Tis these days I wish to see
To down my arms and 'verse with thee
then Up the Irons! Out to war!
Those glorious days that are no more
edit on 1/15/2015 by InTheFlesh1980 because: (no reason given)