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 morning sun 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...

Himinbjørg

so soon there Heimdallr will welcome my soul...



Walhall

the hall of shining shields

where once I'll be to celebrate my death...