Sleep of the Sword (Sig:Ar:Tyr)

To ride out of Hel, and into the light To feel its warmth, to see the sunrise To die again, to ride with the gods To fight alongside, the blood chosen ones Together, the north star will steer our ship home to his hall ravens guide us home This blood we are cursed, the god's gift of life The cycles we live, of fire and ice The northern path calls, to sons of the light A journey of sorrows, of eternal strife Together, the north star will steer our ship home to his hall ravens guide us home I have crossed the path, of darkness and sorrow The grief of my kin, sends me on my way To face my destiny, to reveal the truth That my soul will live, and never die I fear not the end, left to die and to bleed Lay a stone to my life, to speak of my deeds My doom to return, my soul to await The shield of my kin, the sword of our fate Together, the north star will steer our ship home to his hall ravens guide us home