Valhalla's Silent Promise

Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh. The silver gleam has left the

edge of steel. A thousand ages watched the wounds that never heal. I stand upon

the fields where heroes fell. And only silence answers to the death knell.

My heart is heavy for the souls I must select. The cost of

glory that they never will reflect. The wind beneath my wings is cold and weak,

weak. The burden that the chosen one must seek. But in my

hand, the sacred weapon rests. It knows the weight of every

final test. This sword, it bears the rust of shattered wings.