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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 glow / Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago.
_Ever 'neath high Valhalla Hall the well-tuned horns begin / When 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._