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Frey, my Good Friend
Frey, my good friend
Until the end, my heart
My mind, steadfast and true
Where you walk I’d go,
Where you stay I’d rest
From now until then
When chaos is loosed
And the hordes storm
Across the field
The gods there to meet
Would, that I could
Stand before Lord
that fated swing
when the fiery sword
does swiftly swing
toward your shining heart
Would, that I could
Suffer that blow Lord
Myself to offer then
I know Lord, that swing
For you is meant
That you should fall
Precious blood spilled
For the good of all
You must fall
And through you Frey
Life will be renewed
© Jeff Wolf