Sol arose
that morning like a sunwheel at the sky...
Shallow land
two ravens high above gave me the sign...
Walhall
the hall of shining shields
where once I`ll be to celebrate my death...
farewell
my sword may lead me into ancient realms...
`...now saddled is my horse and grinded my sword,
the wisest of all blacksmith`s forged my shield...
Tomorrow I will ride, when morningsun arose,
to meet my fate on shadow field...
...now the time to leave is near,
and all preparations done,
the twilight now heralds my farewell...
A last donation to the ones
who will guide me on my way
and who will await me if I`ll die...`
Valkyrjur
will take my hand to lead me on my way...
Himinbjrg
so soon there Heimdallr will welcome my soul...