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"I have walked the path of thunder,
Now I rest beneath its echo."

Cold horizons call my name,
Whispered winds through halls of flame.
My sword lies dull, my hands are old,
Yet still they dream of battles bold.

Through years of blood and woven fate,
The gods grew silent, yet I wait.
No feast nor crown could grant me peace,
Only the sea shall bring release.

The storm has stilled, the sails have torn,
But in my heart, the dawn is born.

Carry me home on the silver tide,
Where the fallen sing and the brave reside.
My shield may rest, but my spirit flies,
Through endless seas, through northern skies.

I see their faces in the foam,
The ones I led who never came home.
They call my name, they smile, they wait,
Beyond the frost of mortal fate.

My bones are weary, my fire dim,
Yet death shall find no fear within.
The sea’s embrace, the wind’s caress,
Shall crown my soul in quietness.

Carry me home on the silver tide,
Where the fallen sing and the brave reside.
My shield may rest, but my spirit flies,
Through endless seas, through northern skies.

"I was born of iron and fire,
But I shall die of sea and light.
The gods have written my final verse
On the foam of endless night."

Carry me home on the silver tide,
Where echoes fade and stars collide.
No war remains, no tears, no cries,
The Shieldmaiden sleeps beneath the skies.

"Her shield lies still upon the sand…
but the sea remembers her name."