**** Listen to the full Backroad Mix-O-Rama here: **** https://suno.com/playlist/21d62751-ce45-4cac-9e8e-766af0b4a800 When my final heartbeat shakes the frost, and the warmth drains into the snow, don’t place me in the hush of earth send me where the wild winds go. Let the high ridges crack open, let the deep waters draw back in dread. A life lived under open skies should never vanish quietly instead. Lift my banner toward the far lights. Let every distant land feel its rise. For the rite that bears my memory must outlive the measure of mortal eyes. Bury me in Valhaaaalla’s light, where the far-off echoes roam. Not beneath the soil of men far from hearth and home. Place no letters on a stone the constellations speak my tone. Bury me in Valhalla’s light, far past every path I’ve known. Let a host of sky-born riders descend, their voices edged in searing light, their silhouettes traced in molten gold, their spears whispering my rites. Let the elder colossi of forgotten ages shape a stair from shifting storm, each rise glowing with embered heat, each mark etched in a world-borne form. Let iron-muscled wolves ascend with me, drawing my vessel through the night, and let ten-thousand black-winged watchers circle runes in circling flight. Let the moon pause in its wandering, let the darkening fields stand still. For the hour that bears my passing shall bend even shadows to its will. Bury me in Valhaaaalla’s light, with a chorus born of ancient reigns. Let the sky split at the edges as my spirit, freed of chains, rises past the mortal boundary to the halls where echoes hone. Bury me where the long ages carve their stories into stone. Let the earth ring like hammered iron as my pyre climbs the open air. Let the sun pale into rusted light, let the horizon forget repair. Let legions once shaped by embers sound the gathering call again. And let all realms fall silent when the unseen speaks my name. Bury me in Valhaaaalla’s light, in a blaze no tide can drown. Let a drifting swarm of comet-embers shape my rising, burning crown. Let the wide heavens remember me a spirit carved from storm. Bury me in Valhalla’s light, where dawn changes form. No grave. No stone. No quiet sleep. Only the restless hum of ages for a soul too fierce to keep.
