when the wolf comes

Einherjar are served by Valkyries in Valhöll while Odin sits upon his throne, flanked by one of his wolves. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I wonder what price
would I dare to pay
to sit at the grand table
one fine day

to feast with the high king
under those golden shields
my soul lifted up
from the dying fields

with the brave few
having died in combat
and then chosen by Odin
just imagine that

but if Valhalla required the spilling
of innocent blood
I’d rather watch myself
slowly rot and decay in the mud

those that try to murder their way
through the mighty golden doors
are unworthy to enter the Hall
or to even sweep the floors

those misguided soulless bastards
that are all filled with hate
will never even see the holy doors
nor walk through the ancient gate