'They bid me take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla!"
from winters frozen grip
a new wind does slip
a warmth gently comes
spreading a new kingdom
growth will soon begin
lush and full all across the land
the question will become
who can tame this feral one?
the spring sets the young free
all wild and dancing in the breeze
bacchus my old friend
i hear your call once again
