Part 1
A solitary raven flies in circles
Above the fog shrouded field
Where lies a dying warrior
His blood sinks into the ground
As he honours his mighty foe
Who has vanquished him in battle
As the first rays of the sun rise
He will not die alone
As the embers of his life burn low
A horn can be heard in the distance...
Part 2
From a storm-battered sky
Four blazing chariots ride
Hailing the dying man's spirit
As life severs it's final ties
Into the realm of Asgard
They carry the celebrated to here
To the halls of the battle slain
With sword in hand he will go
To feast and fight
Until the final day
When those brothers and sons of Odin
Into Ragnarok's final cataclysm shall march
