Letras
Fjord's breath on frozen cheek, the longship waits in silent creek
Shields arrayed, a warrior's plight, to cross the veil in fading light
Odin's ravens circle high, a silent watch in morning sky
No tear shall fall, no mournful sound, as longship turns on hallowed ground
To the pyre, the waves, the flame, Freya guide him, call his name
Flaming arrow, swift and true, carries soul to realms anew
Valhalla calls, a hero's rest, on burning ship, he's truly blessed
His axe beside him, helm in hand, a chieftain strong, throughout the land
Drinking horn, a final toast, embraced by cold and winter's ghost
Valkyries whisper, winds that sigh, as smoke ascends to touch the sky
Ancestors wait, a spectral host, across the Bifrost's shimmering coast
To the pyre, the waves, the flame, Freya guide him, call his name
Flaming arrow, swift and true, carries soul to realms anew
Valhalla calls, a hero's rest, on burning ship, he's truly blessed
Through Mirkwood's shadows, cold and deep, his spirit journeys, secrets keep
Past Niflheim's ice, to Muspel's fire, fulfilling life's ultimate desire
He'll feast with gods, in halls so grand, a hero welcomed to their hand
To the pyre, the waves, the flame, Freya guide him, call his name
Flaming arrow, swift and true, carries soul to realms anew
Valhalla calls, a hero's rest, on burning ship, he's truly blessed
Skalds will sing his mighty deed, sowing Valhalla's sacred seed
Forever etched in sagas old, a tale of courage, brave and bold
Raise your horns, the journey's done, beneath the watchful, setting sun.