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Caressed by blood, with glory shines the blade in a dying warrior's hand

Oh gods in the sky, light up our brother's way to the gates of Asaland

In dustclouds is the battlefield, raging winds screamed thy name

From the portals on high as the valkyries came

Bold son of that nordic tribe, see the ancestors' pride

Ride up on your way to your place by their side

Your mortal remains we have placed upon a hip, sword and charger by your side

With the gods' breath in sail the dragon-headed grave leaves the shore, enclosed by mystic light

Here we stand by thousand torches' light as time carries away thy burning tomb

Raising our swords up to the sky to cry out our last hail to you

And the flames, the flames light up the ocean's cold black womb

Heil

A blazing ship drifts across the sea, black sails hang from the mast

Must be a viking's journey to the warriors of the past

And as the night brings down a veil of gloom, sudden lightning cuts the air

The hammer of Thonar strikes from heaven's shore, mighty winds blow through my hair

Bold son of that nordic tribe, see the ancestors' pride

Ride up on your way to your place by their side

In Asgard we will meet again, chosen warriors' land

Where those live who died with sword in hand

By thunder and lightning with the gods we will ride

Beyond blackened clouds in the northern sky

A blazing ship drifts across the sea, black sails hang from the mast

Must be a viking's journey to the warriors of the past