And ride with us young bonny lass ---
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with the angels of the night.
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Crack wind clatter --- flesh rein bite on an out-size
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unicorn.
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Rough-shod winging sky blue flight on a cold wind
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to Valhalla.
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And join with us please --- Valkyrie maidens cry
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above the cold wind to Valhalla.
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Break fast with the gods. Night angels serve
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with ice-bound majesty.
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Frozen flaking fish raw nerve ---
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in a cup of silver liquid fire.
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Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve and light
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the old Valhalla.
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Come join with us please --- Valkyrie maidens cry
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above the cold wind to Valhalla.
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The heroes rest upon the sighs of Thor's trusty
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hand maidens.
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Midnight lonely whisper cries,
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``We're getting a bit short on heroes lately.''
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Sword snap fright white pale goodbyes in the
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desolation of Valhalla.
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And join with us please --- Valkyrie maidens ride
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empty-handed on the cold wind to Valhalla.
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Cold Wind To Valhalla (Live)
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| Jethro Tull |
