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[Verse]
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Sigurd was an Odin man, the last of Pagan Kind
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for churchmen ruled the country side, and all men they could find.
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But Sigurd prayed to Odin God with heart and soul and mind
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in hopes that he would reach Valhalla.

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Sigurd died in battle crying Odin to the last
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beyond the reach of churchmen’s Heaven his soul speeded past
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But when he reached the Bifrost bridge, he found the gates barred fast
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Alas, no entry to Valhalla

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Odin’s voice called to him then, “The gate I’ll not unbar!
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For we are under siege, with churchmen’s Heaven we’re at war
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Yet I shall keep my pledge to you, though you must wander far
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Still I shall bring you to Valhalla”

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The Winds of time took Sigurd then and whipped him down the years,
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They burned away his memories of love, and hope, and fears
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And left him as a new born babe whose foremost cryin’ tears
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were for lost promise of Valhalla

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This age and name fit ill on him, he grew to man’s estate
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a thoughtful, bookish, lonely lad who felt betrayed by fate
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who dreamed, and read, and of’t regretted he was born too late
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for the Age of Odin and Valhalla

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Then he came upon Anachronists who kept the ancient skills
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Gladly did he join with them and practiced with a will
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For he felt an old hope stirring as he persisted still
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a long step closer to Valhalla

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He called himself Lord Sigurd now, he dressed in Black Bear skin
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He hastened through his duties to his mundane work and kin
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For in the weekend combat he could feel the veil wear thin
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‘til it seemed he could almost reach Valhalla

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In time he won a Baron’s rank, the folk bowed down before
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At length a Herald rose and said “Milord, you could do more.
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Pray bring your skills with us this year out to the Eastern War
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It’s the next best thing to Old Valhalla!”

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So Sigurd went to war that year and stared at what he found
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The ancient garbed and armored folk, the clanging battleground
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The market place, the mead halls, and the campsites sprawling ‘round
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and he felt time shift him to Valhalla

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For look! The warriors battled there so merrily all day
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and maidens resurrected every one the strokes would slay
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then at the Mead Hall they would feast and sing the night away
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aahh it fit all descriptions of Valhalla

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Twas true, it wasn’t perfect, there was war but twice a year
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with lesser revels once a month in Kingdoms far and near
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and all the dreary lesser days the mundane world was here
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but it was close enough to call Valhalla

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[BRIDGE]
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Be careful what paradise you deal,
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what hope you make other dreamers feel
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for if too many hear it, they will struggle to draw near it
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and in the search they just might make it real


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So every war and revel now go to the feasting hall
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and there you’ll find a Viking Lord named Sigurd standing tall
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And giving thanks to Odin for the pledge kept after all
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Singing “Yo Ho Welcome to Valhalla!!”
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For we have made our own Valhalla!!!
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For we are the builders of Valhalla!!!