They are not in the everlast as of now
But they walk in the middle grounds
Where warriors fight their foes
Nearly every day
Some are called and others are chosen
The rest fade away
Only the cowards remain
As a stain upon the fields
Where men war again
And again and again
But memories of valor
In the moment before being slain
They will join in Odin's world
And enter the plans now woven
For by that
They become bane
Of the foe fighting upon the lands
Of Odin's clans
He will send his Valkyr spirits
To uphold his name
Choose his own
His body guard
Who will fight forever
In Valhalla
Preparing for the day
The Bridge will fall
And the giants will march
The holy ash tree burn down
Today is a time of learning
The cost of his existence
The choices of his hand
The notice he has drawn
When all hope is gone
