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A Chair by Oldin's side

by olan-douglas-webb

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 kill 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 kill 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.
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