How can I save you
when, to Valhalla, you pray
not of old age as men
of great knowledge and
greater, still, opportunity?
How can I save you
when, to Valhalla, you pray
for one end chosen by your own?
You rather be happy and free
than live forever.
How can I save you
when, to Valhalla, you pray
and your death's door
you frown upon salvation
and smile by your enemy's sword?
How can I save you
when, to Valhalla, you pray
I am not your lover
but a maiden clad in armor
coming to take you away?
How can I save you
when it is not me who you call?
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