| Rays split the dawn in half, ships wait silent and still |
| A fog breach, quay and land, sword sharp ready to kill |
| Grass froze, bleeding rose, ground filled with that of the dead |
| Blade strikes, severed eyes, laying out his final bed |
| Blood spilt on stone, soaked into the clay |
| Flesh and steel slowly decay |
| Taken to the hall of the slain |
| Tales told of arches gold, stone walls, praise in the air |
| Of ale strong, feasts so long, wealth in plentiful share |
| Of brothers gone, who’s time were drawn, laughing into the night |
| Fathers bfore who died at war, as youth not their final plight |
| Blood spilt on ston, soaked into the clay |
| Flesh and steel slowly decay |
| Taken to the hall of the slain |
| Frenzied, flashing fight, the boot struck clean in the chest |
| Life clings on dagger point, the puncture harvests the blessed |
| Blood spilt on stone, soaked into the clay |
| Flesh and steel slowly decay |
| Taken to the hall of the slain |
| Sinking streams of blood |
| Valkyries take me above |