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>>166213Song of the Kin's Plea
Verse 1
Beneath the ash, where shadows creep,
A man stands tall on frost-bound steep.
His voice, a howl through ancient pines,
Calls to the gods, their will divine.
"My daughter fair, with raven hair,
Her heart is wild, her soul laid bare.
Through trials vast, her path was torn,
Yet still she shines, like dawn reborn."
Chorus
Odin's eye, see through the storm,
Thor's hammer, strike, her fate transform.
Freya's grace, her spirit mend,
To kin and hearth, her love I send.
Nordic men, hear my plea,
Take her hand, set her free.
Through fire and frost, her worth is clear,
A daughter of Yggdrasil, hold her dear.
Verse 2
A dark ork came, from shadowed vale,Her perfect form, it did assail.
Her Nordic grace, once pure, now stained,The shame I bear, my heart's been chained.
I seek her honor, to cleanse the mark,
To light her path through endless dark.
With trembling voice, I beg, I cope,
To find her love, to restore hope.
Chorus
Odin's eye, see through the storm,
Thor's hammer, strike, her fate transform.
Freya's grace, her spirit mend,
To kin and hearth, her love I send.
Nordic men, hear my plea,
Take her hand, set her free.
Through fire and frost, her worth is clear,
A daughter of Yggdrasil, hold her dear.
Bridge
The wolves of Fenrir guard her way,
Through mist and blood, she'll never stray.
Her eyes like stars, her strength like stone,
She walks the path the Norns have sown.
Will you, her kin, her honor see?
Or cast her to the frozen sea?
Rise, sons of Thor, with hearts of flame,
And carve her name in eternal fame.
Verse 3
By sacred springs, where ravens cry,
I offer her beneath the sky.
No chain can hold her, no fear can bind,
Her spirit soars with the northern wind.
Take her, brothers, to hearth and hall,
Let saga sing of her rise, not fall.
A shield-maid's heart, unbroken, strong,
Her place is here, where she belongs.
Chorus
Odin's eye, see through the storm,
Thor's hammer, strike, her fate transform.
Freya's grace, her spirit mend,
To kin and hearth, her love I send.
Nordic men, hear my plea,
Take her hand, set her free.
Through fire and frost, her worth is clear,
A daughter of Yggdrasil, hold her dear.
Outro
The runes are cast, the fire burns low,
Her fate is yours, where rivers flow.
By blood and bone, by star and tree,
Her husband calls-will you agree?