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Cold Wind to Valhalla
by Jethro Tull
Dm A Dm A (4 each) Dm
And ride with us young bonny lass,
with the angels of the night.
Crack wind clatter, flesh rein bite
on an out-size unicorn.
Rough-shod winging sky blue flight
on a cold wind to Valhalla.
And join with us please, Valkyrie maidens cry
above the cold wind to Valhalla.
Breakfast with the gods night angels serve,
with ice-bound majesty.
Frozen flaking fish raw nerve,
in a cup of silver liquid fire.
Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve,
and light the old Valhalla,
Come join with us please, Valkyrie maidens cry,
above the cold wind to Valhalla.
The heroes rest upon the sighs,
of Thor's trusty hand maidens.
Midnight lonely whisper cries,
"We're getting a bit short on heroes lately."
Sword snap fright white pale goodbyes,
in the desolation of Valhalla.
And join with us please, Valkyrie maidens ride,
empty-handed on the cold wind to Valhalla.
And ride with us young bonny lass,
with the angels of the night.
Crack wind clatter, flesh rein bite
on an out-size unicorn.
Rough-shod winging sky blue flight
on a cold wind to Valhalla.
And join with us please, Valkyrie maidens cry
above the cold wind to Valhalla.
Breakfast with the gods night angels serve,
with ice-bound majesty.
Frozen flaking fish raw nerve,
in a cup of silver liquid fire.
Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve,
and light the old Valhalla,
Come join with us please, Valkyrie maidens cry,
above the cold wind to Valhalla.
The heroes rest upon the sighs,
of Thor's trusty hand maidens.
Midnight lonely whisper cries,
"We're getting a bit short on heroes lately."
Sword snap fright white pale goodbyes,
in the desolation of Valhalla.
And join with us please, Valkyrie maidens ride,
empty-handed on the cold wind to Valhalla.