Freyja's Field 2

Intro

(Fólkvangr! Fólkvangr!)

Half the battle-slain come to me — not Óðinn...

(Hu-ha!) I was here before he learned the knowing —

I taught him seiðr — watched the power growing —

(Fólkvangr!) The goddess of everything — winds blowing...

Verse 1

Vanir-born before the war between the peoples —

Njörðr my father — Freyr my brother — no sequels.

They sent us as the hostage-price — the equals

Exchanged with Æsir blood — the peace-deal's needles.

I came to Ásgarðr and I looked at what they'd building —

Their gold-roof hall, their mead-bench, their shield-gilding —

Saw the gaps in what the Allfather was wielding —

Seiðr magic — mine — the thing he'd been concealing.

He came and asked — I didn't need persuading —

Taught him everything: the staff, the chant, the braiding

Of fate-threads from the inside — the invading

Of another's wyrd — the art that needs no blade-thing.

Óðinn learned it well — gave women's work its credit

The way he only could by never trying to edit

What it was — the most powerful force — he said it

Himself: seiðr moves the world — Freyja threaded.

Pre-Chorus

Half the battle-slain cross to Fólkvangr's field (Fólkvangr's field)

Sessrúmnir holds them — that's my warrior yield.

Óðinn gets his half — the rest — my sword revealed —

The goddess of the war-dead holds the greater shield. (uh!)

Chorus

I taught the Allfather what he needed most (needed most!)

Half the battle-dead — I am the host (I am the host!)

War and love and seiðr — I hold every coast (every coast!)

Freyja burns brightest — that's no idle boast! (Hu-ha!)

Verse 2

Four dwarves in the dark — the Brísingamen's forging —

Alfrigg, Dvalinn, Berlingr, Grer — no endorsing

Of cheap acquisition — I met every costing —

Four nights — four craftsmen — nothing worth the crossing.

I wanted it because I wanted it — plainly —

Not through war, not through theft — my terms mainly —

The most exalted of the Ásynjur came queenly

Into the craft-dark and she purchased it cleanly.

Þrymr stole the hammer — sent his demand across:

Give him Freyja as his bride — that was the cost.

I looked at every god assembled — their own gloss

Of fear — and told them: find another — I'm not lost.

Thor wrapped in the wedding dress — that's the revision —

Loki dressed as handmaid — my precise decision

To refuse made every other solution's vision

Necessary — my no shaped the mission.

Pre-Chorus

Half the battle-slain cross to Fólkvangr's field (Fólkvangr's field)

Sessrúmnir holds them — that's my warrior yield.

Óðinn gets his half — the rest — my sword revealed —

The goddess of the war-dead holds the greater shield. (uh!)

Chorus

I taught the Allfather what he needed most (needed most!)

Half the battle-dead — I am the host (I am the host!)

War and love and seiðr — I hold every coast (every coast!)

Freyja burns brightest — that's no idle boast! (Hu-ha!)

Bridge

You want to know what the golden tears were for?

(what were they for?)

Not weakness — grief is what the strong cry more.

(not weakness...)

Óðr gone — no word — no shore — no door —

(Óðr gone...)

I wept the sea gold — that's what love is for.

The amber on the beach that your children find and carry?

(the amber...)

That's the goddess who refused to make grief ordinary.

(refused to...)

I wept and walked and searched through every territory —

(searched everywhere...)

The golden tears ran down and wrote the oldest story.

I ride the cats to war — the falcon-cloak unwinding —

(the cloak...)

Sessrúmnir full of warriors — Fólkvangr finding

(Fólkvangr...)

Every soul the Valkyries sent my way in binding —

(every soul...)

Half the battle-dead — and I was never hiding.

The Allfather built a hall with five hundred forty doors —

(five forty doors...)

I built a field where every fallen warrior pours

(the field...)

Into the green beneath the long sky — no cold floors —

(Skál to Freyja! Skál — the goddess of all wars!)

(She taught the seiðr — holds the slain — opens all doors!)

Drop — Instrumental

Chorus

I taught the Allfather what he needed most (needed most!)

Half the battle-dead — I am the host (I am the host!)

War and love and seiðr — I hold every coast (every coast!)

Freyja burns brightest — that's no idle boast! (Hu-ha!)

Outro

(Fólkvangr! Fólkvangr!)

The cats cross the field at dusk...

(Hu-ha!)

Sessrúmnir full.

The Brísingamen on.

The golden tears already dry.

I was always the one they needed most.

(Skál.)