Gods Of Thunder Of Wind And Of Rain

The Highlands...
Early morning hours...

"Heading north. Sitting upon his majestic eight-legged white stallion. His sword slung on his back. Sensing his feathered friends way up high. Seeing all they see. Feeling all they feel. Though the sun has just cut the horizon in the east to bring a new day, the shadows now seem to grow mightier for each passage in these mountains. Riding into a thick mist, his senses alert. Distorted voices in the shadows whispering to him. Taunting him. He knows his mission. He knows the powers and the magic he birngs with him as he rides trough the valley of death, where time and space have ceased to exist. The eyes of the unseen are upon him. The spirits of his fathers long time gone riding next to him.
And the hearts of the Gods of Thunder of Wind and of Rain..."

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