Cold Wind to Valhalla - Jethro Tull

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.

Break fast 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 good-byes in the desolation of Valhalla.

And join with us please — Valkyrie maidens ride empty-handed on the Cold

Wind to Valhalla.