My days are numbered: soon I have to leave

The Horns have stretched my living thread

The notion of my demise won't leave me be

Why cannot death just set me free!



I've lived a life or prosperity

But I'm not as young as I used to be

Down the road waits misery

Why cannot death just set me free!



Countless armies have I attacked

Not once have I backed down

And though I've spilled a lot of blood

I never once received a mortal wound



I've raided shores in many lands

I cannot count the men I've killed

So many friends died with sword in hand

But the warrior's death was never granted me



I dress myself in battle clothes

Alone I make the final ride

My sight is blurred, by whipping snow

I seek to end my life



I want to walk across the Rainbow Bridge

And see my fathers in the golden hall

They beckon me to join their feast

In my dreams I hear their call