Strangers drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we.I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea.Under the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged meteors glowHotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago.Ever 'neath high Valhalla Hall the well-tuned horns beginWhen the swords are out in the underworld, and the weary Gods come in.Ever through high Valhalla Gate the Patient Angel goes;He opens the eyes that are blind with hate-he joins the hands of foes.
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