Sol arose that morning like a sunwheel at the sky... 
Shallow land two ravens high above gave me the sign... 

Walhall the hall of shining shields 
where once I'll be to celebrate my death... 

Farewell my sword may lead me into ancient realms... 

"...now saddled is my horse and grinded my sword, 
the wisest of all blacksmith's forged my shield... 
Tomorrow I will ride, when morningsun arose, 
to meet my fate on shadow field... 

...now the time to leave is near, 
and all preparations done, 
the twilight now heralds my farewell... 
last donation to the ones 
who will guide me on my way 
and who will await me if I'll die..." 

Valkyrjur will take my hand to lead me on my way... 
Himinbjörg so soon there Heimdallr will [bad word] my soul... 

Walhall the hall of shining shields 
where once I'll be to celebrate my death...