NDC Throwback Thursday Genre: Microtonal Cyberpunk Polka Theme: Meatballs ---------------------------------------------------- [Intro] Below a sky full of northern light With no other living being in sight Steel and frost inside my veins Tonight I fall on blood red plains [Pre-Chorus] If I must die beneath this sky Let no man say I feared the fight But bring me one last sacred sphere Of pepper, salt, and childhood years [Chorus] Roll me into Valhalla! Let the thunder call-a! With fire and battle cry I will feast before I die! Roll me into Valhalla! Hear the skillet holla! In Odin’s hall I’ll stand up tall— Where the meatballs call! [Verse 2] We were forged in winter’s grip Raised on iron pans and fellowship Grandmother’s hands like battle drums Rolling fate with calloused thumbs Across the fjord, through smoke and flame I carved my hunger, carved my name Yet nothing roars like heart and home In buttered scent of lingon and foam [Pre-Chorus] The gods may own my soul Count my sins in ancient scrolls But all men shall no my fate and my love to a supper plate [Chorus] Roll me into Valhalla! Let the thunder call-a! With fire and battle cry I will feast before I die! Roll me into Valhalla! Hear the skillet holla! In Odin’s hall I’ll stand up tall— Where the meatballs call! [Bridge] When I fall, do not lay me low In silent fields of sterile snow Place me where the brave ascend Where gravy rivers never end [Build] RULLA! RULLA! Sphere of might! RULLA! RULLA! Through endless night! [Final Chorus] Roll me into Valhalla! Let the thunder call-a! Raise the pan and clash the steel— This is how we kneel! Roll me into Valhalla! Let the skillet call-a! In golden halls we feast and brawl— Forever standing tall! [Outro] If I must go… let it be known— I did not die alone. For in my hand, before the fall… I held the sacred ball.
