Thy time hath come, thou shalt be honoured A glorious life thou hast lead Father of mine, greate warrior The halle up highe lies aheade Stallions shalle be sacrificed Thy ship hath been raised The weapons of thine are placed at thy side A slave hath been chosen to followe her lorde Into the realm far beyond Thy last fyre lights up the solemn nighte Thy last fyre under the northern sky Lead off the ceremony Lay a rope arounde her neck Strangle the slave and the poniard Will end her burning flame Shieldes are pounding the nighte Drowning her fearfilling cries Torches are throwne onto the stake Thy ship stands aflame, northwards to sail The laste course of thine to fulfill Thy last fyre lights up the solemn nighte Thy last fyre under the northern sky Ritual flames upon Midgard's lande Transitional burning tonighte Thy last fyre [Solo: Lars] Mourning leaves the dead no reste No sleep, no repose He would gad aboute an intruder to be Tears cried after thee would burden thy chest But thou shalt not returne to bring mischief Thy ship stands aflame, northwards to sail The laste course of thine to fulfill Thy last fyre lights up the solemn nighte Thy last fyre under the northern sky Ritual flames upon Midgard's lande Transitional burning tonighte Thy last fyre