My days are numbered: soon I have to leave
The Horns have stretched my living thread
The notion of my demise wont leave me be
Why cannot death just set me free

Ive lived a life or prosperity
But Im 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 Ive spilled a lot of blood
I never once received a mortal wound

Ive raided shores in many lands
I cannot count the men Ive killed
So many friends died with sword in hand
But the warriors 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