Gods of Thunder of Wind and of Rain - Bathory

Creator of life Guardian of the dead
Goddess of battle and war
All of ye watch me My sword by my side
Proudly I sit on my horse
And I wait for the sign in the sky to appear
Telling me that the moment has come
For me to ride beyond the edge of this world
Into the realms where the shadows are strong
Gods of Thunder of Wind and of Rain
Valkyries my soul is yours should I fail
Let my beheaded and battered corpse lay
And take me where you bring all nordsmen slain
Gods of Thunder of Wind and of Rain
Hugin and Munin my eyes in the sky
Heart of mine thrown in the pit of the snake
I will not need no heart where I go should I die
Realms of the shadows bring me no fear
I may stand or be beaten and torn
The mountains will stand But the life of a man
Was decided long before he was born
Leaving the plains where my ancestors hunted
For meat and for hides against the cold
Here the fire was tamed Here our sword were made
And here the elders amazing takes told
I ride into land few have seen or returned from
To tell of it's bleakness and dark
I see nothing but mist and the mountains so tall
I can't tell them and the sky apart
Gods of Thunder of Wind and of Rain
Valkyries my soul is yours should I fail
Let my beheaded and battered corpse lay
And take me where you bring all nordsmen slain
Gods of Thunder of Wind and of Rain
Hugin and Munin my eyes in the sky
Heart of mine thrown in the pit of the snake
I will not need no heart where I go should I die
Realms of the shadows bring me no fear
I may stand or be beaten and torn
The mountains will stand But the life of a man
Was decided long before he was born
Gods of Thunder of Wind and of Rain
Valkyries my soul is yours should I fail
Let my beheaded and battered corpse lay
And take me where you bring all nordsmen slain
Gods of Thunder of Wind and of Rain
Hugin and Munin my eyes in the sky
Heart of mine thrown in the pit of the snake
I will not need a heart where I go should I die
Atop a ridge between the two worlds
The untime
Halting his stallion for a brief second taking a deep breath of cold air
He hesitates for a moment while his feathered friends fly ahead
As the
Frozen wind tears at his face he is reminded of his origin that he is of
Flesh and blood and not of this world
He a young man chosen by destiny
Putting his faith in magic and that subtle thing known as fate
He is
Depending on an immovable trust in an old sword a stallion given birth to
By the wind and the spells of a woodwoman
Not even the cry of the Ravens
Urging him on can take his mind off what lies ahead of him
Feeling smart
Next to these mountains so gigantic they unite with the sky he somehow
Finds the spirit to continue
Having come this far already well into the
Valley of death it makes little sense in returning
And thus he follows The Ravens