Tiger Kill - Freya Heart Of The North

Ancient light reflects within
Her eyes
Mist is arising where the raven flies
Daughter of the north, born of snow and gale
Leading spirits
Through the winter veil
Golden tears
Are falling on the cold hard steel.
Only those who fall
Know the truth she'll feel freya goddess
Of battle
And grace leading
The ancient race.
Falcon wings
In the solid night, holding the keys to
Valhalla's light.