Heroes' Brigade

 As my time is past
 and I head for the golden hall
 shed me no tears
 but remember me in my prime
 Carve [bad word] about my fall
 in stone to be read for all time

 Place me in my long ship
 with my sword by my side
 Set it aflame
 and greet my funeral pyre
 as I drift away with tide
 in my farewell framed in fire

 Valkyries [bad word] for me
 I shall greet their sweet embrace
 Late fathers await
 In the heroes brigade

 Many were my journeys
 plenty died by my hand
 Yet theres one more journey
 one trip I've never made
 far from forefathers land
 far from my brothers aid

 Watch the smoke of my burning flesh
 rising up to the clear blue sky
 turning red by the setting sun
 as you raise your horns up high