Demise Carries with It a Song - The Flight Of Sleipnir

«I will enter the hall of my fathers

Greeted with ale and song

Of my death I shall not lament

As they all welcome me home

I gladly depart from this life

I shall be carried towards the skies

To sit and drink among the Aesir

To laugh in the face of death»

«We fought with our swords:

Upon the serpent I thrust my spear

I shall receive my reward»

«We fought with our swords:

From the slain came crimson tides

In blood the raven sang»

«We fought with our swords:

We conquered the highest order

A host of men now gone»

«We fought with our swords:

A trail of dead behind our blades

From the red Earth we shall rise»