Freyja (Queen of the Vanir)

In the silence of the dying sun
Where shadows stretch and life is undone

Her name is whispered on the breath of night
Freyja, the beacon, the eternal light

From the ancient mists where the world was born
She rises with the dawn, both fierce and forlorn
Her golden hair, like a flowing stream
Cascades through the void, a glimmering dream

Her heart, a flame that cannot die
Even as the stars fall from the sky
In her eyes, the weight of sorrow's might
Yet in her grasp, the promise of light

She rides her chariot, swift and strong
With feline guardians, silent and long
Through the realms of men and gods alike
Bringing love's sweet balm or death's cold strike

Freyja, Queen of the Vanir, feel our pain
In this world of loss, where hopes are slain
With Brísingamen's glow, you light the path
Through the storm of fate, the gods' fierce wrath
Freyja, Queen of the Vanir, soothe our hearts
As we march to war, where life departs
In your tender embrace, we find our peace
When the final battle brings no release

In Fólkvangr's fields, where the fallen dream
She gathers souls like a flowing stream
A mother's touch, a warrior's pride
She welcomes them to the other side

Her tears of gold, for Óðr lost
Each drop a world, each life a cost
She searches the earth, the heavens, the seas
For the love she lost, for her heart's ease

Yet in the sorrow, she finds her strength
To lead the fallen at war's full length
In Sessrúmnir's halls, where echoes ring
She holds court as the eternal spring

Freyja, Queen of the Vanir, hear our plea
In this time of darkness, where none can see
With Brísingamen's glow, you light the night
Guiding lost souls towards your light
Freyja, Queen of the Vanir, grant us grace
In the final hour, in death's cold embrace
With your tender love, we rise once more
Beyond the veil, to a distant shore

In the twilight of the gods' last stand
She weaves the fates with a gentle hand
With Seiðr's power, the ancient song
She rights the wrongs that time has longed

In the heat of battle, in the dying breath
She stands as a shield against all death
Her voice a whisper, her touch a flame
Calling the lost, the broken, the lame

Through the ashes of the fallen world
Her banner of love is unfurled
In her arms, the warriors find their rest
In her love, they are truly blessed

Freyja, Queen of the Vanir, heal our soul
In this world torn asunder, make us whole
With Brísingamen's light, guide our way
Through the darkest night, to the break of day
Freyja, Queen of the Vanir, calm the storm
In your loving arms, we find our form
In the endless night, where hope is thin
You lead us home, where life begins again

And when the last star fades from the sky
When all that's left is a final sigh
She'll be there, in the silent end
Freyja, the goddess, our eternal friend

As the worlds collapse and time stands still
In her embrace, we find our will
To rise, to fall, to love, to die
Under Freyja's watchful eye

Freyja, Queen of the Vanir, heal our soul
In this world torn asunder, make us whole
With Brísingamen's light, guide our way
Through the darkest night, to the break of day
Freyja, Queen of the Vanir, calm the storm
In your loving arms, we find our form
In the endless night, where hope is thin
You lead us home, where life begins again