The Viking

Play music, my dear;

for victory is ours.

Bravely we fought, Odin to please;

and heroes found a place in Valhalla.

Play music, my dear;

I return from last night’s battle,

weary, worn, but wild and ferocious.

I’ve seen men die, both friend and foe.

Play music, my dear;

I’ve killed to the rhythm of the drums;

my sword, my axe, they’re dripping with blood.

I am alive, and now I’m home.

Play music, my dear;

soothe this savage beast within me.

The killing is done,

and I’m tired of the stench of blood.

Play music, my dear;

calm me with the sweet smell of your skin,

the silken touch of your golden hair,

the warmth in your soft blue eyes.

Play music, my dear;

give me my reward;

be that what I must turn so violent for,

make it end, this shaking within me.

Play music, my dear;

sing me to sleep, for I am tired.

Your voice be the balm for my wounds.

Tomorrow’s light of day will see me brand new.

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