oh, Father
I sit by your side
last winter coloured your hair white
once so strong
wisdom still shines within your grey eyes
night will come
the last journey is ahead
with no oars nor sail but with fire which carry you on your way
oh, Father
I will make you proud
watch me from the hall up high
guide me on my journeys to come
be the wind that guide my spear and my sail
I will keep our bloodline alive from Father to Son
my courage to strike when I need to strike
I was born to lead, like you once did
gain the power of the runes
oh, Father
I will make you proud
watch me from the hall up high
I will give blood to the God of war
and Freja will shelter my young ones
sacrifice to the God of thunder
spare me from the wind and the rain
I see a great battle to come
it’s in my dreams at night
a cold winter morning
the disc of night still shining
the mist rising from the field
forests of spears on the hill
die in glory or prevail in glory
I will not be afraid this day
I know you’ll always watch over me
oh, Father
I will make you proud
the God of war will see me
my sword will be held up high
