Freyja’s Feather Cloak

Soft now, little warriors,
Rest your heads tonight,
The northern wind is whispering
Beneath the fading light.

Across the quiet starlight
Where golden meadows lay,
The Lady of the Vanir walks—
Brave Freyja.

She rides a chariot softly,
Her silver cats nearby,
And spreads her feathered falcon cloak
Across the midnight sky.

Sleep now, little shield-maid,
Sleep now, little knight,
For Freyja guards the dreaming fields
And keeps you safe tonight.

The Fólkvangr fields are quiet,
The moon is glowing bright,
Where heroes rest in gentle halls
Beyond the veil of night.

Her necklace shines like starlight,
Her laughter warm and kind,
She watches over brave hearts
And peaceful dreams you’ll find.

Sleep now, little warriors,
Lay your troubles low,
For Freyja’s golden hall awaits
Where gentle dream winds blow.

And when the dawn is rising
And morning paints the sky,
She’ll send you strength and courage
As the sun climbs warm and high.

So rest now, little warriors,
The night is calm and deep—
Beneath the cloak of Freyja,
Close your eyes and sleep.

Norse ambient
lullaby
female choir pads
Nordic harp
wind ambience
deep warm narrator