Freyja’s Lament – The Tears of the Goddess of Love and War

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"Freyja’s Lament" is a haunting Norse ballad that echoes with the sorrow of a goddess — and the fire of her eternal quest. 💔✨

From the golden halls of the Vanir to the icy winds of Jotunheim, Freyja rides through realms in search of her lost love, Óðr, her amber tears falling like gold upon the earth. 🌙🕊️

Goddess of love, war, magic, and fate — she chooses the fallen, leads souls to Fólkvangr, and wields Seidr with unmatched grace. This hymn tells her story: full of longing, fury, and immortal strength.

🎧 Let her sorrow move you. Let her legend guide you.

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Lyrics:

From Vanir's halls, a goddess bright,
Of beauty, magic, and endless might.
Her tears are amber, gleaming in the light,
For a lost husband, banished from her sight.
With Brísingamen, upon her breast does lie,
A necklace forged beneath a starless sky.
She rides the boar, through realms where eagles fly,
Seeking her lost love, beneath a mournful sigh.

She teaches Seidr, secrets of fate to know,
Her power flowing, like a silent river's flow.
For love and war, her fierce desires glow,
A queen of passions, where all seeds of sorrow grow.

Freyja weeps, her gold falls to the ground,
For distant Óðr, nowhere to be found.
A valiant queen, by sorrows tightly bound,
Where whispers echo, and ancient griefs resound.
She claims the fallen, half from battle's strife,
To Fólkvangr's fields, bringing them to life.
A goddess true, with spirit sharp as a knife,
For love and glory, ending endless strife.

Through Jotunheim's ice and Midgard's green land,
She seeks her beloved, with guiding hand.
Her sorrow fills the air, across the sand,
A queen of tears, a destiny unplanned.
Yet in her heart, a warrior's fire burns,
For righteous battle, her fierce spirit yearns.
When loyal champions fall, her wrath returns,
As twilight’s shadow forever burns.

She teaches Seidr, secrets of fate to know,
Her power flowing, like a silent river's flow.
For love and war, her fierce desires glow,
A queen of passions, where all seeds of sorrow grow.

Freyja weeps, her gold falls to the ground,
For distant Óðr, nowhere to be found.
A valiant queen, by sorrows tightly bound,
Where whispers echo, and ancient griefs resound.
She claims the fallen, half from battle's strife,
To Fólkvangr's fields, bringing them to life.
A goddess true, with spirit sharp as a knife,
For love and glory, ending endless strife.

From golden halls, to realms of darkest night,
Her quest continues, guided by inner light.
A goddess complex, both sorrowful and bright,
Embracing passion, and preparing for the fight.
Her beauty legendary, her powers vast,
A legacy of legend, forever to last.
By love tormented, by destiny cast,
Freyja's tears fall, as shadows move past.

Freyja weeps, her gold falls to the ground,
For distant Óðr, nowhere to be found.
A valiant queen, by sorrows tightly bound,
Where whispers echo, and ancient griefs resound.
She claims the fallen, half from battle's strife,
To Fólkvangr's fields, bringing them to life.
A goddess true, with spirit sharp as a knife,
For love and glory, ending endless strife.

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