Veteran

Here they stand,

The broken and alone,

All those who once stood beside them,

With the Valkyries have flown,

And in the cold north wind,

The waste and wharf has blown.

As the air chills carrying crystals of ice

and snow, the nights draw in,

The glaciers grow, and south summers animals go,

And the once bright sun is cold and dim,

Lay down arm the battles lost,

Let the song be composed and the feasting begin,

Rest safe now weary warrior,

For its how the greatest would surly die,

Old and scared and battle worn,

Hart still proud head held high,

It's time to rest now, the uneasy rest,

Spear, sword and axe may again be raised to the sky