A young man lies bleeding
In the snow so cold
He will never
See days of old

On winter fields
He met his bane
He´s Midgards loss
And Asgards gain

The Norns has cut
His Living thread
His body lies there
Cold an dead

The ride of Valkyries
Is at hand
Across the rainbow
To Asaland

When Odin calls
From golden hall
Fallen brothers
Again stand tall