Valhalla
Leslie Fish
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C G F Am [Verse]Am C G Sigurd was an Odin man, the last of Pagan KindD for churchmen ruled the countryAm G side, and all men they could find.C F But Sigurd prayed to Odin God withG E heart and soul and mindC G in hopes that he would reachF Am Valhalla.C G F AmAm C G Sigurd died in battle crying Odin to the lastD beyond the reach of churchmen’sAm G Heaven his soul speeded pastC F But when he reached the BifrostG bridge, he found the gates barredE fastC G F Am Alas, no entry to ValhallaC G F AmAm C Odin’s voice called to him then,G “The gate I’ll not unbar!D For we are under siege, withAm G churchmen’s Heaven we’re at warC F Yet I shall keep my pledge to you,G E though you must wander farC G F Still I shall bring you toAm Valhalla”C G F AmAm C The Winds of time took Sigurd thenG and whipped him down the years,D They burned away his memories ofAm G love, and hope, and fearsC F And left him as a new born babeG E whose foremost cryin’ tearsC G F Am were for lost promise of ValhallaC G F AmAm C This age and name fit ill on him,G he grew to man’s estateContinúa después del anuncioD a thoughtful, bookish, lonely ladAm G who felt betrayed by fateC F who dreamed, and read, and of’tG E regretted he was born too lateC G F Am for the Age of Odin and ValhallaC G F AmAm C Then he came upon Anachronists whoG kept the ancient skillsD Gladly did he join with them andAm G practiced with a willC F For he felt an old hope stirringG E as he persisted stillC G F Am a long step closer to ValhallaC G F AmAm C He called himself Lord Sigurd now,G he dressed in Black Bear skinD He hastened through his duties toAm G his mundane work and kinC F For in the weekend combat he couldG E feel the veil wear thinC G ‘til it seemed he could almostF Am reach ValhallaC G F AmAm C In time he won a Baron’s rank, theG folk bowed down beforeD At length a Herald rose and saidAm G “Milord, you could do more.C F Pray bring your skills with usG E this year out to the Eastern WarC G It’s the next best thing to OldF Am Valhalla!”C G F AmAm C So Sigurd went to war that yearG and stared at what he foundD The ancient garbed and armoredAm G folk, the clanging battlegroundC F The market place, the mead halls,G E and the campsites sprawling ‘roundC G and he felt time shift him toF Am ValhallaC G F AmAm C For look! The warriors battledG there so merrily all dayD Am and maidens resurrected every oneG the strokes would slayC F then at the Mead Hall they wouldG E feast and sing the night awayC G aahh it fit all descriptions ofF Am ValhallaC G F AmAm C Twas true, it wasn’t perfect,G there was war but twice a yearD with lesser revels once a month inAm G Kingdoms far and nearC F and all the dreary lesser days theG E mundane world was hereC G but it was close enough to callF Am ValhallaC G F Am [BRIDGE]F G Am Be careful what paradise you deal,C F what hope you make other dreamersE feelF C for if too many hear it, they willC Dm Am struggle to draw near itDm and in the search they just mightE make it realAm C G So every war and revel now go to the feasting hallD and there you’ll find a Viking LordAm G named Sigurd standing tallC F And giving thanks to Odin for theG E pledge kept after allC G Singing “Yo Ho Welcome toF Am Valhalla!!”C G F For we have made our ownAm Valhalla!!!C G For we are the builders ofF Am Valhalla!!!