“I’ll see you in Valhalla, brother”
“I’ll see you in Valhalla, brother”
Ribbons hewed through granite, fog and time.
Turns leaving me breathing night,
Alone, alone, alone I'm called home.
To listening stars
Engines hum low,
Abreast from afar.
Peaks kissed in snow,
No need to stall—
I ride, I know.
Ribbons hewed through granite, fog and time.
Turns leaving me breathing night,
Alone, alone, alone I'm called home.
To listening stars
Engines hum low,
Abreast from afar.
Peaks kissed in snow,
No need to stall—
I ride, I know.
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