Nordic Ghost
The ghosts of fallen heros
Oftern visit me in my dreams
Telling me whats approaching
Telling me of there deeds
They encourage me to fight on
Making sure that i win
Their spectral presence surronding me
As i fight every battle on a whim
I dont know what they want of me
I dont know why they care
But each battle they protect me
You can see their mist in the air
These ghosts are Viking warriors
They protect me proud and true
For one day i will join them
In the great hall my mead cup will be filled
Copyright © Jonathan Clayton | Year Posted 2010
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