The Horned Helmet of the Dawn

The horned helmet of the dawn has met my sight They’re shouting loudly, that I’m wrong – I’m right The sky is putting on the armour of mournful clouds I’m man with weapon I’m not farmer let someone shouts. I’ve taken sword with hand of vengeance I’ve taken shield I’ve never seen the kind angels and I have built the ship to sail in land of Glory to seek and find And maybe I will tell this story for famous Skald. The morning’s giving me direction to be the One I’m waiting so for satisfaction my will be done I carry woes and pain and fury on peak of sword I want to win I want it truly to be the lord. I’ll share the blood without the weeping there is no choice I hear myself that death is creeping I hear the noise of battle and I kill with smile I’m tough as stone I see the dead they stand like file I see the dawn.