The Elfinwise
The daughters of Odin are Fey, my Lad,
The daughters of Odin are Fey.
The buxom daughters of Frey I’ve had
When the icy Arctic moon was mad
And the snow was cold and deep, my Lad,
In a land beyond the day.
Aye, in a land beyond the day, my Lad,
In a land beyond the day.
Where the Valkyr eyes are grey and sad
As they pace the windy terrace, clad
In a lace of steel and gold, my Lad!
And they hunger for their prey.
Aye, and they hunger for their prey, my Lad,
And they hunger for their prey.
Valhalla’s grim display has had
No Viking strong to feed the mad
Hyrrockin Queen of Snow, my Lad,
For many a weary day.
— Grady L. McMurtry May 7, 1942 e.v.
Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, December 1990