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Jul 2014
To Valhalla  we go
Clash of swords, cry of battle
Old times long ago
Dead loves and dead hope
the withering leaf
The heart that says
"I will not surrender in death".
You can **** the body
but You cannot conquer the soul
swing open the door of  Valhalla
long fought for and long the strife
A lady watches, a lady waits
waits in vain
arms that once held a love so tight
arms that are now in the earth
A chair by Oldin's side
The earthly vessel is merely passing smoke
The spirit only truly lives
You can **** the body
but You cannot  conquer the soul
A chair by Oldin's side
Set the banquet, set it to overflowing
Toast You heroes all with Your wine so red
to a warrior's libation of blood
that stain the leaves so red
A chair by Oldin's side
Beat You on Your shields
Beat You on Your drums
Welcome him to paradise
A chair By Oldin's side
Can You see, oh can You see
those who truly live are those who truly die
Blood so warm and grave so cold
lips so warm and now lips so cold
The throat that shouted the angry cry
Rest You now, rest You in comfort  and rest You in joy
A chair by Oldin's side.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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