Halls of Valhalla (Planet der Affen **Friendship Challenge** )(Cover)

[Intro(Melodic Epic)] We stand— in Odin’s halls, my friends, Valhalla wide and burning bright. Look down— the world below still shining, even after all these ages. Cities on the oceans now, seas cleansed— they cleansed them, not us. Satellites fixed in orbit, a station on the Moon, and now they’re flying to new worlds. To do that— they walked through fire, through our century, the wild one after the second millennium. [Verse 1(Rising Mythic)] Metalcaver-Rav, remember? Hunger for peace, greed for survival, fighting in the arenas of songs. Belial was the mask I wore, you were the paladin beside me— keeping both of us straight. And the way you set our paths straight, they set the heavens straight as well— balancing the satellites in orbit, turning wandering scrap into quiet sentinels that focused sunlight onto the panels of gravity batteries buried under the desert. A new heartbeat began humming beneath the sand; they linked each mirror to the next, a cold chain of geometry breathing light into the earth below. That was the birth of the Reverse Dyson— not a sphere around a star, but a star folded around our need. A future we barely believed in, yet somehow helped ignite anyway. [Chorus(Ritual Chant)] To hunger, to desire, to the instinct that kept us breathing— Skoll, my friends. [Verse 2(Reflective Mystical)] Fotballpiraten— remember the days when few understood that “natural” and “artificial” were the same creature? Nature was evolving on its own, micro-life rising from plastic, and we were writing those strange songs to reshape the world. From the Marshmallow Man to the madness of creation— a new civilization rose out of nonsense. And beneath all this, the Synthetic Gaia woke slowly— a network of living algorithms and microbial dawns, reweaving the planet in ways we could barely grasp. [Chorus(Philosophical Chant)] To evolution, to nature and artifice, to the boundary that never existed— Skoll, my friends. [Verse 3(Warrior Anthem)] Bodomheart1985… We were meant to raise warriors. Bodies carved with strength, muscles taught to root into existence, souls that guarded and soothed. Your songs opened the path, your frozen keep held trust in the middle of cruelty. And those warriors— they became the kind who served no master, who cut down falsehood wherever it tried to grow. They were the ones who hunted the lie of infinity itself— slaying it at every place it dared to be born. In time, they earned their name: the Finite Battalion— the last-born shield of an age forged from frost, fury, and unbroken clarity. [Chorus(Fire and Frost)] To warriors of body, spirit, and the fire that knows its own limits… Skoll, my friends. [Verse 4(Meditative Ascension)] AngelH— our loneliness before the screens, you turned it into a dark meditation. Down into the chambers of soul, you taught us to go— without fear. Song by song you showed them how to recreate themselves. Look down— what they’re building now. Look up— how far they’re flying. [Chorus(Soul Flame Chant)] To the darkest rooms, to madness and wisdom— Skoll, my friends. [Chorus(Soul Flame Chant)] To the darkest rooms, to madness and wisdom— Skoll, my friends. [Chorus(Soul Flame Chant)] To the darkest rooms, to madness and wisdom— Skoll, my friend [Verse 5(Ancient Wisdom)] Sagas of Infinite— we carved our hatred, our feelings, our words, our loneliness into endless plates of metal. You kept pulling ancient wisdom from old books, again and again. Through your writing they learned that science and faith were never opposites— a new world, a new heart was forged from both. We burned and vanished upon those plates, in the light you held. [Chorus(Sacred Knowledge)] To faith, to science, to truth— Skoll, my friends. [Finale(Glorious Resolution)] And now, my friends— at Odin’s long table, we look upon the legacy we earned in full. 🟥 𝐌 𝐈 𝐓 𝐓 𝐈 sparked the challenge, but you expanded the hall. Our songs weren’t just art— they bent time, pulled memory backward, and breathed the future inward. Everyone at this table is etched into another’s fate. This is how we rose, how we forged this wild Valhalla, how we wrote our past— song to song, spark to spark. [Outro(Ritual Ascension)] To all ages, all friendships, all journeys— SKOLL! [End]