Fated
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

Upon the hillside
flags will rise.
So many warriors
will have had to die.

Straight to Valhalla
where awaits Odin.
To the great harbors to
welcome the boats in.

The Valkyries horns
echo their rise.
In search of those halls
where stories will fly.

Much ale will be drank
and feasting and fighting.
Arriving on their steeds
now time for alighting.

For our Father calls out
to remember their names.
To be storied as heroes
these halls that grant fame.

Hail our goddess Freyja
the mother of life.
Hail to the Aesirs above
bringers of strife.

We call to our fathers
mothers and brothered.
To protect all the Gods
their fires be smothered.

Let the days set to fire and
your ships come to dock.
Release all the heavens
to hail Ragnarök.

The Gods will then perish
the seas set to rise.
Ground will then crumble
the lands claims it's prize.