A Tale Of Fate (Folksvang Awaits)

They met on a hill one late autumn eve

oh, noble and graceful both stood

with eyes so intense, their passion so fierce

the wildest flame burning inside

He was the son of a powerful Viking Jarl

she was a child blessed by Freya in all her ways

Silently they watched the endless sea

and time came to say farewell

"The ships are leaving tomorrow morning

Far away to foreign lands

The battlefields call, my fathers to follow

proving that I am a man

With honour in my breast I will win my battles

My love to you will give me my strength to live

and when I return all souls will know

that you are my true wife to be"

Joy in her heart, she summoned the Norns

to see what their marriage will bring

but the Norns only shook sadly their heads

their future, oh they had seen…

'sometimes my child, fate cannot be kind'

these words; she tumbled down screaming and weeping

she called upon elves, begged Freya and Odin

"No, don't take my dear from me"

But Orlog had spoken their destiny

oh no use all the spell craft she tried

one dawn in her dream she saw him falling

the blade of a sword in his side

he fell to his knees, his dying eyes searching her

breathing his last breath as he cried out her name loud

that dreadful morning she awoke

and she knew that he had died

The day came when the ship returned

the body of her loved one bore

she sat down beside him, a last pained look

at his young body once more

than she pierced her heart with her dagger of iron

her dying body onto his chest fell

they are now united in Åsgard high

for all eternity