Halls of Sif (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Sif's hall rises through the frost-thick fog

Walls of bronze — a thousand torches glow

No gold roof, no meadbench, no shield-gilding —

The greatest wealth is what never leaves your side —

I don't ask for Asgard or its gold throne

I demand a name that's carved in stone

You trade the world in copper and you call it war

I trade the battle in something far more rare

One good wife, one loyal daughter — one man standing upright at dawn —

The only riches worth bleeding for — not blood —

The only treasure worth dying on — trust —

My sister Eir heals what Óðinn's army spent

Not gold and glory but a woman who understands

War leaves you broken, weak, and cold —

Gold makes you proud — love makes you whole

Freyja gets her field of war-dead men

I get my daughter in the quiet morning sun —

She doesn't care about gold or conquest's fame

She just wants to know that someone came

Home with his shield unbroken, his heart still beating

That's the wealth no king can ever be cheating

The greatest treasure under Midgard's skin

Is a promise kept to one person inside your own skin —

Not Asgard, not its throne — not any man's glory —

One name carved on a stone in the quiet morning —

This is how a real goddess spends her story —

Halls of Sif — built from something true —

A woman standing next to you — that's the wealth we choose —

That's what I'd trade every single battle for —

Not gold — not war — not any kind of power —

The quiet morning when your daughter calls for a walk through the frost-thick fog

And she looks up at her father's face and says: you made it back —

This is my greatest treasure, this is how I'll always reign —

No Asgard — no war — just one name carved in stone —

The quiet morning when your family still stands —

That's the only kingdom worth building anything for —

Freyja gets her field of war-dead men

I get something far more beautiful — my daughter still breathing —

If I'd traded everything in Midgard's skin

For one single battle or one single throne —

The world would be empty, cold, and unlivable alone

But the quiet morning when your family still stands

Is a wealth no gold can ever pay for —

No glory, just presence, no war, just peace —

That's my treasure, that's my legacy

And I'd choose it all day over every single battle —

Halls of Sif built from something true —

A woman standing next to you — that's the wealth we choose —

I don't need a meadbench or an Asgard throne —

If the world came crashing down today

I'll stand here still — I'll still be home

Not in Valhalla, not on a battlefield

But right here by your side — always ready —

To hold this quiet morning against all noise and hate

And let my name carved on a stone remain

The woman who chose peace over every single state —

Sif's hall is strong — it's strong because I'm still standing

I'll never trade this kind of treasure for anything in the world —

It's not gold, it's not Asgard, it's just you and me —