The Falcon of the Heavens

She came from the deep of the Vanir lands With the magic of the earth held in her hands She wears the Brísingamen the necklace of fire Forged in the depths of the dwarves desire Her chariot is pulled by the cats of the wood Where the ancient trees have always stood She wept the red gold when her husband was gone But she rises like the fire in the bloody dawn She is the whisper in the dark echo She is the spark before the bite The weaver of the magic in the middle of the night Hail to the Vanadís the wearer of the flame The battlefield and bridal bed they both ignite her name Half the slain are hers to take to Fólkvangr they ride The goddess of the bloody spear the lover and the bride She is the sweat upon the skin the fever of the lust She is the maiden of the shield the iron and the rust Do not mistake her beauty for a weakness or a grace She will look the hardest warrior directly in the face She taught the High One how to weave the magic of the thread She commands the living and she cultivates the dead A falcon in the heavens a huntress on the prowl The mistress of the shadows and the mistress of the howl She is the whisper in the dark echo She is the spark before the bite The weaver of the magic in the middle of the night Hail to the Vanadís the wearer of the flame The battlefield and bridal bed they both ignite her name Half the slain are hers to take to Fólkvangr they ride The goddess of the bloody spear the lover and the bride How do you honor the lady of the gold How do you summon the fire from the cold Lay down the amber the color of her tear Pour out the honey and the sweetest of the beer Leave a piece of copper or a feather of the bird And speak a poem of your passion every single word Do not approach her altar if your spirit is afraid For she honors the lover and she honors the blade Give her your fire give her your truth And drink to the goddess of the battle and the youth Hail to the Vanadís the wearer of the flame The battlefield and bridal bed they both ignite her name Half the slain are hers to take to Fólkvangr they ride The goddess of the bloody spear the lover and the bride Hail to the Vanadís the wearer of the flame The battlefield and bridal bed they both ignite her name Half the slain are hers to take to Fólkvangr they ride The goddess of the bloody spear the lover and the bride Hail to the Vanadís Hail to the Lover Hail to the Bride Hail to the Blade Hail Frey-ya