Ride through the torrential dimness
Obscuring the faces of the slain
Rapidly pa**ing qualms without a second thought
Far above the eye has seen
Blood soaked and torn asunder
Fragrance of victory scattered about
In the cries of the dead night sky
The father waits
Holly laden and distended
The son returns to reclaim his right
Internally apart watching with tribute
Now a dream in the dead night sky
The Norns weep as the ship sets sail
Flames reclaim their right
The father observes, the ashes scattered
Across the Dead Night Sky