If I Were to Die in Battle

If I Were to Die in Battle
By Munin's Kiss

If I were to die in battle,
Who would invite me home?
Would it be Odin or would it be Freyja,
Whose hall I'd be taken to?

Would Odin want me,
Would I make the cut?
Am I the type he'd want,
To be fighting by his side?

Would Freyja have me,
Would I feast in her halls?
Would she find me worthy,
To lend her my sword?

The two they stand together,
Ready to make the choice,
Him with his initiator,
Her initiator with her.

As the Valkyries fly me closer,
I can't help but think,
Is it them that make the decision,
Or was it always my choice.

Muninn’s Laughter, Muninn Slaughter

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Muninn’s Laughter, Muninn Slaughter
By Muninn’s Kiss

Muninn’s laughter,
Muninn slaughter,
Across the battlefield.

I hear the call,
It sounds like laughter,
Laughing at the dead.

Odin rides,
Above the battle,
Looking for the dead.

Eight legs spinning,
Horse or tree,
Before the Wild Hunt.

Freyja rides,
Amongst the dead,
Her cats they pull before.

The valkyries prowl,
Amongst the slain,
And divide then for the gods.

Muninn laughs,
And Huginn cackles,
For today the feast is large.

Snows of Winter, Heat of Summer

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Snows of Winter, Heat of Summer
By Muninn’s Kiss

Snows of Winter, heat of Summer,
Two times, two worlds.
The Twins, they dance.

Winter King, in darkness reigns,
Death and darkness, ice and cold.
A crown of thorns upon his head,
Clothed in shadows, hidden light.
Magic dark and waning sun.
Tettens, Woden, Hermes stalks,
From the Castle of Weeping comes.

Summer King in brightness reigns,
Life, rebirth, light, and heat.
Winged crown, light rebounds,
Clothed in fire, born in light.
The sun it rises, warms the land.
A Child is born to warm our hearts.
Lucet, Lucifer, Morning Star,
Riding forth on wings of the morning.

The Twins, they dance,
The passing year.
Light, then dark, then light again.
Two Kings reign, both to die,
Two grooms for oh blessed Night.
Life and Death, Light and Dark,
Ever changing, ever the same.
Snows of Winter melt and thaw.
Heat of Summer takes their place.
Out of darkness shines the brightest light.