Words: Mikal Hrafspa (Mikal the Ram)
Music: Dorcas Whitecap
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Gather the warriors, the poets, the wise men
Circle and listen in silence this night
Hear on the wind as the Valkyrie whisper-
They say that the hawk is in flight.
Now there is silence where once there was singing.
Cold is the fire that called us this night.
Bitter the cup that once brimmed with honey
We mourn that the hawk is in flight.
A warrior is honoured in gold and in glory
It's lost when the plunder is sold
But a poet is praised for the strength of his verses
And nothing can tarnish that gold.
Many have hung on his tales of the northlands
Praising each word he would write.
Now give him a bench in Braggi's bright meadhall
They say that hawk is in flight.
Age could not bend him the hawk took to battle
Though the years whipped dark feathers to white
He wears new young feathers in freedom forever
We sing for the hawk is in flight.
A warrior is honoured in youth and in glory
It's lost when the warrior is old
But a poet is praised for the strength of his verses
And nothing can tarnish that gold.
Hold to the memory, tasting the sweet mead,
And sing away sorrow this night
Hear on the wind as the Valkyrie whisper-
Forever the hawk is in flight.