Three Norns decide our fate
How long we will be in Midgard
Skuld's knife’s prepared and sharp as blade
Creator in death art

Hear a weapons cry near the valkyries fly
Swing of sword and viking dies
No one will hear his voice, Norns have made their choice
Now he rises to the sky

We don't make our destiny
We’ll never change own course
No [bad word]  no clemency
Decided Norns, Norns, Norns

Urd decided that he'll be brave
Gave mighty force and took off fears
Said he'll die but won’t be slave
In his eyes never will be tears

Father’d teach him fight, he became a worthy knight
Honor filled his heart
No matter what he might if life had been defined
Odin sent him to Asgard