Chords for Valhalla
Tempo:
73.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
Am
F
C
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am] [F]
[G] [Am] [C] Sigurd was an Odin [G] man, the last of pagan [D] kind, for churchmen ruled the countryside and all [G] men they could find.
[C] But Sigurd prayed to Odin God with [E] heart and soul and mind, in [C] hopes that he would reach Valhalla.
[G]
[F] [Am] Sigurd died in battle, [G] crying Odin to the last.
[D] Beyond the reach of churchmen's heaven, [Am] his soul [G] speeded past.
But when [F] he reached the Bifrost Bridge, he found the [E] gate sparred fast.
Alas, [G] no entry to Valhalla.
[F]
[Am] [C] Odin's voice called to him then, [G] the gate shall not unbar, [D] for we are under siege, with churchmen's heaven [G] we're at war.
Yet I shall keep my pledge to you, though you must [E] wander far, still [C] I shall bring you to Valhalla.
[G]
[F] [Am] The winds of time took Sigurd [G] then, and whipped him down the years.
[D] They burned away his memories [Am] of love and [G] hope and fears,
and [F] left him as a newborn babe, who for most [E] cry and tears, wherefore [G] lost promise of Valhalla.
[F]
[A] [Am] This [C] age and name fit ill on him, [G] he grew to man's estate, [D] a thoughtful bookish lonely lad who felt [G] betrayed by fate.
Who dreamed and read and oft regretted he was born [E] too late, for [C] the age of Odin and Valhalla.
[G]
[F] [Am] Then he came upon [G] anachronists who kept the ancient skills.
[D] Gladly did he join [Am] with them and practiced [G] with a will,
[C] for he felt an old hope stirring as he [E] persisted still, a long [G] step closer to [Am] Valhalla.
[F]
[Am] He called [C] himself Lord Sigurd now, [G] he dressed in black bear skin, [D] he hastened through his duties to his mundane [G] work and kin.
For in the weekend combat he could feel the veil [E] wear thin, still it [G] seemed he could almost reach Valhalla.
[C] [G]
[F] [Am] In time he won a [G] baron's rank, the folk bowed down before.
[D] At length a herald [Am] rose and said, my lord you [G] could do more.
Pray [F] bring your skills with us this year out to the [E] eastern war, it's the next [G] best thing to old Valhalla.
[F]
[G] [Am] [A] So [C] Sigurd went to war that year [G] and stared at what he found, [D] the ancient garbs and armored folk, the clanging [G]
battleground.
The marketplace, the mead halls and the campsites [E] sprawling round, and he [C] felt time shift him to Valhalla.
[G]
[F] [Am] [E] [A] For look, the warriors battled [G] there so merrily all day, [D] and maidens [Am] resurrected everyone the strokes [G] would slay.
Then [F] at the mead hall they would feast and sing the [E] night away, oh it fit [G] all descriptions of Valhalla.
[F]
[G] [A] [Am] Was [C] true it wasn't perfect, there [G] was war but twice a year, [D] with lesser rebels once a month in kingdoms [G] far and near.
And all the dreary lesser days the mundane [E] world was here, but it was [C] close enough to call Valhalla.
[G]
[F] [Am] Be careful what paradise you deal, what hope you make [E] other dreamers feel.
For [C] if too many hear it they will struggle to draw near [Dm] it, and in the search they just might [E] make it real.
So [C] if we war and rebel now [G] go to the feasting [D] hall, and there you'll find a Viking lord named Sigurd [G] standing tall.
And giving thanks to Odin for the fledge kept [E] after all, [A] singing yo ho welcome to [Am] Valhalla.
For we have made [F] our own Valhalla.
For we [Em] are the [F] builders of Valhalla.
[Am]
[G] [Am] [C] Sigurd was an Odin [G] man, the last of pagan [D] kind, for churchmen ruled the countryside and all [G] men they could find.
[C] But Sigurd prayed to Odin God with [E] heart and soul and mind, in [C] hopes that he would reach Valhalla.
[G]
[F] [Am] Sigurd died in battle, [G] crying Odin to the last.
[D] Beyond the reach of churchmen's heaven, [Am] his soul [G] speeded past.
But when [F] he reached the Bifrost Bridge, he found the [E] gate sparred fast.
Alas, [G] no entry to Valhalla.
[F]
[Am] [C] Odin's voice called to him then, [G] the gate shall not unbar, [D] for we are under siege, with churchmen's heaven [G] we're at war.
Yet I shall keep my pledge to you, though you must [E] wander far, still [C] I shall bring you to Valhalla.
[G]
[F] [Am] The winds of time took Sigurd [G] then, and whipped him down the years.
[D] They burned away his memories [Am] of love and [G] hope and fears,
and [F] left him as a newborn babe, who for most [E] cry and tears, wherefore [G] lost promise of Valhalla.
[F]
[A] [Am] This [C] age and name fit ill on him, [G] he grew to man's estate, [D] a thoughtful bookish lonely lad who felt [G] betrayed by fate.
Who dreamed and read and oft regretted he was born [E] too late, for [C] the age of Odin and Valhalla.
[G]
[F] [Am] Then he came upon [G] anachronists who kept the ancient skills.
[D] Gladly did he join [Am] with them and practiced [G] with a will,
[C] for he felt an old hope stirring as he [E] persisted still, a long [G] step closer to [Am] Valhalla.
[F]
[Am] He called [C] himself Lord Sigurd now, [G] he dressed in black bear skin, [D] he hastened through his duties to his mundane [G] work and kin.
For in the weekend combat he could feel the veil [E] wear thin, still it [G] seemed he could almost reach Valhalla.
[C] [G]
[F] [Am] In time he won a [G] baron's rank, the folk bowed down before.
[D] At length a herald [Am] rose and said, my lord you [G] could do more.
Pray [F] bring your skills with us this year out to the [E] eastern war, it's the next [G] best thing to old Valhalla.
[F]
[G] [Am] [A] So [C] Sigurd went to war that year [G] and stared at what he found, [D] the ancient garbs and armored folk, the clanging [G]
battleground.
The marketplace, the mead halls and the campsites [E] sprawling round, and he [C] felt time shift him to Valhalla.
[G]
[F] [Am] [E] [A] For look, the warriors battled [G] there so merrily all day, [D] and maidens [Am] resurrected everyone the strokes [G] would slay.
Then [F] at the mead hall they would feast and sing the [E] night away, oh it fit [G] all descriptions of Valhalla.
[F]
[G] [A] [Am] Was [C] true it wasn't perfect, there [G] was war but twice a year, [D] with lesser rebels once a month in kingdoms [G] far and near.
And all the dreary lesser days the mundane [E] world was here, but it was [C] close enough to call Valhalla.
[G]
[F] [Am] Be careful what paradise you deal, what hope you make [E] other dreamers feel.
For [C] if too many hear it they will struggle to draw near [Dm] it, and in the search they just might [E] make it real.
So [C] if we war and rebel now [G] go to the feasting [D] hall, and there you'll find a Viking lord named Sigurd [G] standing tall.
And giving thanks to Odin for the fledge kept [E] after all, [A] singing yo ho welcome to [Am] Valhalla.
For we have made [F] our own Valhalla.
For we [Em] are the [F] builders of Valhalla.
[Am]
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[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
[G] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [C] Sigurd was an Odin [G] man, the last of pagan [D] kind, for churchmen ruled the countryside and all [G] men they could find.
[C] But Sigurd prayed to Odin God with [E] heart and soul and mind, in [C] hopes that he would reach Valhalla.
_ _ [G] _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ Sigurd died in battle, [G] crying Odin to the last.
[D] Beyond the reach of churchmen's heaven, [Am] his soul [G] speeded past.
But when [F] he reached the Bifrost Bridge, he found the [E] gate sparred fast.
Alas, [G] no entry to Valhalla.
_ _ _ [F] _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] Odin's voice called to him then, [G] the gate shall not unbar, [D] for we are under siege, with churchmen's heaven [G] we're at war.
Yet I shall keep my pledge to you, though you must [E] wander far, still [C] I shall bring you to Valhalla.
_ _ [G] _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ The winds of time took Sigurd [G] then, and whipped him down the years.
[D] They burned away his memories [Am] of love and [G] hope and fears,
and [F] left him as a newborn babe, who for most [E] cry and tears, wherefore [G] lost promise of Valhalla.
_ _ _ [F] _
[A] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ This [C] age and name fit ill on him, [G] he grew to man's estate, [D] a thoughtful bookish lonely lad who felt [G] betrayed by fate.
Who dreamed and read and oft regretted he was born [E] too late, for [C] the age of Odin and Valhalla.
_ _ [G] _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ Then he came upon [G] anachronists who kept the ancient skills.
[D] Gladly did he join [Am] with them and practiced [G] with a will,
[C] for he felt an old hope stirring as he [E] persisted still, a long [G] step closer to [Am] Valhalla.
_ _ _ [F] _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ He called [C] himself Lord Sigurd now, [G] he dressed in black bear skin, [D] he hastened through his duties to his mundane [G] work and kin.
For in the weekend combat he could feel the veil [E] wear thin, still it [G] seemed he could almost reach Valhalla.
[C] _ _ [G] _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ In time he won a [G] baron's rank, the folk bowed down before.
[D] At length a herald [Am] rose and said, my lord you [G] could do more.
Pray [F] bring your skills with us this year out to the [E] eastern war, it's the next [G] best thing to old Valhalla.
_ _ _ [F] _
[G] _ [Am] _ _ [A] _ _ So [C] Sigurd went to war that year [G] and stared at what he found, [D] the ancient garbs and armored folk, the clanging [G]
battleground.
The marketplace, the mead halls and the campsites [E] sprawling round, and he [C] felt time shift him to Valhalla.
_ _ [G] _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] For look, the warriors battled [G] there so merrily all day, [D] and maidens [Am] resurrected everyone the strokes [G] would slay.
Then [F] at the mead hall they would feast and sing the [E] night away, oh it fit [G] all descriptions of Valhalla.
_ _ _ [F] _
[G] _ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ Was [C] true it wasn't perfect, there [G] was war but twice a year, [D] with lesser rebels once a month in kingdoms [G] far and near.
And all the dreary lesser days the mundane [E] world was here, but it was [C] close enough to call Valhalla.
_ _ [G] _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ Be careful what paradise you deal, what hope you make [E] other dreamers feel.
For [C] if too many hear it they will struggle to draw near [Dm] it, and in the search they just might [E] make it real.
_ _ So [C] if we war and rebel now [G] go to the feasting [D] hall, and there you'll find a Viking lord named Sigurd [G] standing tall.
And giving thanks to Odin for the fledge kept [E] after all, [A] singing yo ho welcome to [Am] Valhalla.
For we have made [F] our own Valhalla.
_ _ _ For we [Em] are the [F] builders of Valhalla.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [C] Sigurd was an Odin [G] man, the last of pagan [D] kind, for churchmen ruled the countryside and all [G] men they could find.
[C] But Sigurd prayed to Odin God with [E] heart and soul and mind, in [C] hopes that he would reach Valhalla.
_ _ [G] _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ Sigurd died in battle, [G] crying Odin to the last.
[D] Beyond the reach of churchmen's heaven, [Am] his soul [G] speeded past.
But when [F] he reached the Bifrost Bridge, he found the [E] gate sparred fast.
Alas, [G] no entry to Valhalla.
_ _ _ [F] _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] Odin's voice called to him then, [G] the gate shall not unbar, [D] for we are under siege, with churchmen's heaven [G] we're at war.
Yet I shall keep my pledge to you, though you must [E] wander far, still [C] I shall bring you to Valhalla.
_ _ [G] _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ The winds of time took Sigurd [G] then, and whipped him down the years.
[D] They burned away his memories [Am] of love and [G] hope and fears,
and [F] left him as a newborn babe, who for most [E] cry and tears, wherefore [G] lost promise of Valhalla.
_ _ _ [F] _
[A] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ This [C] age and name fit ill on him, [G] he grew to man's estate, [D] a thoughtful bookish lonely lad who felt [G] betrayed by fate.
Who dreamed and read and oft regretted he was born [E] too late, for [C] the age of Odin and Valhalla.
_ _ [G] _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ Then he came upon [G] anachronists who kept the ancient skills.
[D] Gladly did he join [Am] with them and practiced [G] with a will,
[C] for he felt an old hope stirring as he [E] persisted still, a long [G] step closer to [Am] Valhalla.
_ _ _ [F] _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ He called [C] himself Lord Sigurd now, [G] he dressed in black bear skin, [D] he hastened through his duties to his mundane [G] work and kin.
For in the weekend combat he could feel the veil [E] wear thin, still it [G] seemed he could almost reach Valhalla.
[C] _ _ [G] _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ In time he won a [G] baron's rank, the folk bowed down before.
[D] At length a herald [Am] rose and said, my lord you [G] could do more.
Pray [F] bring your skills with us this year out to the [E] eastern war, it's the next [G] best thing to old Valhalla.
_ _ _ [F] _
[G] _ [Am] _ _ [A] _ _ So [C] Sigurd went to war that year [G] and stared at what he found, [D] the ancient garbs and armored folk, the clanging [G]
battleground.
The marketplace, the mead halls and the campsites [E] sprawling round, and he [C] felt time shift him to Valhalla.
_ _ [G] _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] For look, the warriors battled [G] there so merrily all day, [D] and maidens [Am] resurrected everyone the strokes [G] would slay.
Then [F] at the mead hall they would feast and sing the [E] night away, oh it fit [G] all descriptions of Valhalla.
_ _ _ [F] _
[G] _ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ Was [C] true it wasn't perfect, there [G] was war but twice a year, [D] with lesser rebels once a month in kingdoms [G] far and near.
And all the dreary lesser days the mundane [E] world was here, but it was [C] close enough to call Valhalla.
_ _ [G] _
[F] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ Be careful what paradise you deal, what hope you make [E] other dreamers feel.
For [C] if too many hear it they will struggle to draw near [Dm] it, and in the search they just might [E] make it real.
_ _ So [C] if we war and rebel now [G] go to the feasting [D] hall, and there you'll find a Viking lord named Sigurd [G] standing tall.
And giving thanks to Odin for the fledge kept [E] after all, [A] singing yo ho welcome to [Am] Valhalla.
For we have made [F] our own Valhalla.
_ _ _ For we [Em] are the [F] builders of Valhalla.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _