I don't recall where I found this song now, it just seemed to show up in my mp3 collection, and after listening to it, I have to know more!

I don't know the song's name, though the file is called Kormakrsmal.mp3 It's performed by a female voice, acapella, a haunting lament, to say the least. If you know the performer, the writer, or who the song was written for, please do tell me! I'd like to perform it, but not without appropriate credit and explanation! I'll keep checking here, but you may also e-mail me directly here: kaotiqua @ earthlink.net (Pull out the spaces- they're spam blockers.)

The lyrics:

Gather the poets, the warriors, the wise men
circle and listen in silence this night
hear on the wind how the Valkyrie whisper-
they say that the hawk is in flight.


Now there is silence where once there was singing.
Cold grows the fire that warmed us at night.
Bitter the cup that once brimmed with honey
We mourne that the hawk is in flight.

A warrior is honoured in gold and in glory
it's lost when the plunder is sold
but a poet is praised for the strength of his verses
and nothing can tarnish that gold.

Many have hung on his tales of the northlands
praising each word he would write.
Now give him a bench in Braggi's bright meadhall
They say that hawk is in flight.

Age could not bend him the hawk took to battle
though the years whipped dark feathers to white
He wears new young feathers in freedom forever
We sing that the hawk is in flight.

A warrior is honoured in gold and in glory
it's lost when the plunder is sold
but a poet is praised for the strength of his verses
and nothing can tarnish that gold.

Hold to the memory, tasting the sweet mead,
and sing away sorrows this night
hear on the wind how the Valkyrie whisper-
Forever the hawk is in flight.