Warrior

The boat is tied up at the dock Waiting, steady as a rock It's sail unfurled, gently waving as if a voyage it was craving The hero comes, born by his clan For this is not a lowly man He lies upon a wooden bier but no-one there will shed a tear His eyes are closed, his arms are crossed His last great battle he has lost But this is no time for grief and tears for it is Odin's horn he hears His body's placed upon the deck ready for his final trek Pitch is poured upon the boat This is the last time it will float A burning brand is thrown onboard Black smoke billowed, red flames roared The boat drifts out into the fjord taking him to his reward Fire consumes the dragon craft fanned on by a frigid draught Until at last it sinks below and icy water swamps the glow But hidden from all mortal eyes a ghost ship leaves the fjord and flies Carrying this man of valour to his reward in famed Valhalla The ghost ship moors up by a ridge The hero sees the rainbow bridge He strides across the bridge, "Bifröst" to meet with Asgard's immortal host Odin stands inside the door Flanked by Frejya and by Thor A man no more, immortal now With horn of ale he swears a vow "With my gods I'll stand and fight when comes the time of their twilight let the Ice Giants come, we will mock them, when they come forth at Ragnarok"