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~ By Courtesy of Others ~

Father of Storms

Father of storms, can you hear me?
As into this battle I roar
Come tonight, I shall sup in Valhalla
And raise horns with with my kinsmen once more.

I have followed my lord, I have been a true man
I have taken and traded, I´m strong
I have thralls of my own, I have good farming land
I´m a warrrior of no small renown

Father of storms, can you hear me?
That´s my husband you host in your hall
You have taken him far from his family
There´s naught left but his spear on the wall.

All the days came and went and we´d heard not a word
As the linen and barley grew long
Then the long ships returned and the men sang the praises
Of heroes who´d fallen that dawn.

Father of storms, can you hear me?
As into this battle I roar
Come tonight, I shall sup in Valhalla
And raise horns with with my kinsmen once more.

Your spear it was cast over this chosen ground
We have raised up our shields and our swords
I will charge to my wyrd with my weapon in hand
Though my flesh may be fodder for wargs.

Father of storms, can you hear me?
That´s my husband you host in your hall
You have taken him far from his family
There´s naught left but his spear on the wall.

Oh, my heart is in pain and my voice filled with rage
I scream curses out into the night
I am left all alone, I am very afraid
I wish he were still here by my side.

Father of storms, can you hear me?
As into this battle I roar
Come tonight, I shall sup in Valhalla
And raise horns with with my kinsmen once more.

The valkyries ride o´er the darkening skies
Reaching down and then choosing the slain
With your song in my blood and your name on my lips
I have fallen in might and megin.

Father of storms, can you hear me?
That´s my husband you host in your hall
You have taken him far from his family
There´s naught left but his spear on the wall.

Now the days have grown long and my children still weep
For their father I must make this stand
The high seat stands bare at the end of the hall
I must seek out and marry a man.

Father of storms, can you hear me?
That´s my husband you host in your hall
You have taken him far from his family
There´s naught left but his spear on the wall.

But his memory lives on in the stories we tell
He was valiant, brave-hearted and strong
He has fallenin war but his spirit remains
In his sons will his honor live on.

Father of storms, can you hear me?
As into this battle I roar
Come tonight, I shall sup in Valhalla
And raise horns with with my kinsmen once more.

© Patricia LaFayllve

Image: "Rider of Rohan", © 2003 John Howe, www.john-howe.com, used by license.
 

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