They say Valhalla's haunted,
That the ghouls are out today.
They say that zombies walk the streets,
And ghosts are here to stay.

A host of screaming fiends is said
To stalk Wayfarer's Way.
I do not know if this is so,
But that is what they say.

"They say Valhalla's haunted?"
Laughs a newbie in the store.
"That undead rise up from the ground?
Please stop! I can't take more!"

He turns around and leaves the shop,
Then just outside the door,
A ghoulish army shows him that
Val's different than before.

"I tell you, Val is haunted!"
Rasps a mage to all he sees.
"The spectres that I saw last year
Are back! Oh, hide me please!"

But spooky haunts can smell his fear
And hear his knocking knees,
And soon they'll find his hiding spot
Atop some shady trees.

"Valhalla haunted? Bring it on!"
You hear the nobles cry.
"It's been too long since last we had
The chance to fight and die!"

But dying isn't permanent
For once their blood runs dry,
Their corpses rise to stalk the land,
To hunt down you and I.

"Valhalla isn't haunted!"
Say the whole immortal band.
"There're just a few new creatures here
To follow our command.

Though we must warn you--some of them
Have gotten out of hand."
And smirking, they sit back to watch
The slaughter in the land.

They say Valhalla's haunted,
And I think that I believe.
I feel a chill where ghostly hands
Are tugging on my sleeve.

And all the instincts in my head
Are urging me to leave.
But I must stay, for there are songs
Still left for me to weave.