------------------------------------------- Twelve Thrones - Track 7 https://suno.com/playlist/570157bb-c454-46e3-8362-698ac2009e57 ------------------------------------------- Beneath the northern stars I weep alone And every tear that falls becomes a stone Of gold, that weighs upon the frozen ground My love went wandering, cannot be found From my grief, beauty springs Four dwarven smiths beneath the mountain stone Forged Brísingamen to outshine the moon They named their terms, I gave my answer clear My flesh, my choice. The bargain was my own From my pact, bounty grows I chose the gold I chose the night My flesh, my will My sacred right When the swords fall quiet, I walk the field I claim my right to half of all the souls To Fólkvangr, to my broad and golden hall I choose the worthy, and I keep them near From my call, honor flows My hall stands tall My choice is law I am the first I claim my own I wear the falcon's wings and rise above The grief, the gold, the bargains made for love Above the fields where honor finds its home From everything I am, the world is grown From tears to power, loss to gain I am the Lady, and I reign
