Valhalla beccons for warriors Fallen
Then the world of mist awaits For you
Thor's Hall isn't for Philosophers and poets
But Niflheimr is a Hel you Don't deserve

I approached your empty chair
Crafted of stone and wood
Tall and strong like Yggdrasil
I reach out and touch the Carvings of all who came Before

I can't bring an offering of a Perse of gold
I can't bring an offering of a Home cooked meal
I can only bring the memories Of time spent
The bond forged in a time of Crisis

I sit in the throne once yours
I run my fingers across the Mark you left on its arm
A tradition passed down
Yesteryear etched on the frame

Time limited but limitless
When my life fades into the Same mist
And I journey into the Unknown
The day I leave the ones I love

Will you greet my soul Surrounded by the mists
Or will we be lost for eternity
Will those in world of flesh
Hold our names like a flame in The heart