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