House of Sleep

House of Sleep
The wind is rising the moon is cold 
Unveils the future foretold 
When looming silence embrace the ground 
Spirits of vengeance alive 

To die 

Carry me to the house of sleep 
Lay me down where the virgins weep 
Cry my name to the Gods of wind 
At the hall where the brave men feast 

Now flies the banner and winds are high 
Drunken with power we cry 
You see the valkyries they haunt the dead 
Carry them high overhead 

To cry 

Into the arms of death ...