The Minstrel in the Gallery. And ride with us young bonny lass - with the angels of the night. Rough-shod winging sky blue flight on a Cold Wind to Valhalla. And join with us please - Valkyrie maidens cry above the Cold Wind to Valhalla. Break fast with the Gods.
Night angels serve with ice-bound majesty.
Frozen flaking fish raw nerve - in a cup of silver liquid fire. Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve and light the old Valhalla. The heroes rest upon the sighs of Thor's trusty hand-maidens. Sword snap fright white pale good-byes in the desolation of Valhalla. In all your giving, given is the answer.