The sky is painted by raging flames And cindered are the clouds over far horizon Whirlwinds of dust like waves Are smashing against us I can feel the savage earth shutting off my steps Some shadows in a circle are riding Some of them from high are soaring White wolves mounted by black ravens Sended by Oden now are here for me Sharpen is the wind, hard the soil And frozen is the surrounding air, is tiring to breath Cold snow from the sky slowly is falling down The echoes of the war are bouncing in my head Warm blood is carving a path over my skin His bitter irony taste is filling my mouth Leaned against a tree my sight is fading away No time for tears death is coming Some shadows in a circle are riding Some of them from high are soaring White wolves mounted by black ravens Sended by Oden now are here for me Take my soul and lead me to Valhalla Where my ancestors are waiting Among my brothers a proud einherjar Ready to fight in the final war