[Verse] Frozen breath in the fjord's embrace, Horned helm tilted, no war to face. Pipe packed with the gods’ own green, Berserker vibes but I’m feeling serene. [Chorus] Valkyries hum as the smoke rolls deep, Battle cries traded for a peaceful sleep. Axe on the ground, too heavy to grip, High in Valhalla, let reality slip. [Verse 2] Ash falls like snow, a warrior’s glow, No foes to fight, just the embers’ show. Sipping on mead, but the buzz ain't right, It’s the haze in the bag that’s stealing the night. [Chorus] Valkyries hum as the smoke rolls deep, Battle cries traded for a peaceful sleep. Axe on the ground, too heavy to grip, High in Valhalla, let reality slip. [Bridge] Chill runs deeper than a blade’s cold kiss, The clash of steel replaced by this bliss. Helmet off, now I’m one with the stars, No blood to spill, just these smoky bars. [Verse 3] Clouds swirl thick, Odin’s gift in the wind, Once a berserker, now peace my only sin. Pipe burns slow, my saga unwinds, Laid back in the cosmos, losing my mind.
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