Sword - Freya lyrics

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A Sword of fire and an axe of cold

Vision of the sibyl has fortold

Armies gather on the battle-plain

All will fall and earth will die in flame

Here on the Battle-Plain

We will die in Flame

In Falcon's feathers soaring overhead

Choosing warriors among the dead

Twilight written in the runes of crowns

Freya weeps upon her golden throne

Upon her golden throne

We wait for her alone

Call us unto your hall

Take us into your thrall

the battle rages

but they fight in vain

when all they've done

is but begin again

Thanks to john sample for these lyrics