When the dust has settled and the sound of war has silenced
The warm blood meets cold soil and turns to mist that slowly rises on the field
Beneath the mist of blood we begin the search for a glimpse of life in blank eyes.

Despising the dead smiles of our enemies
Father, hear me calling
Silence, foreboding sign
A circle of screaming ravens
"The death of king of kings".

Dark skies and weeping rain
Heavy shoulders carrying our king.

Father, you're going home now
Mother, prepare the ship
For his final journey
The skyline is burning red.

On board the twilight ship
With sails as wide as Odins hall
The ship is sailing pround into the night.

Farewell my beloved king
Your song will sound up high
A shield with your mark in gold rest upon your chest
With sharpened edge you mighty sword is shining by your side
The light will guide you through the night on your way to hall up high.

The tide takes you away
Archers, raise your bows
Arrows of fire
Light up sky as stars in the night.