My days are numbered: soon I have to leave
   The Horns have stretched my living thread
   The notion of my demise won't leave me be
   Why cannot death just set me free!
  
   I've lived a life or prosperity
   But I'm not as young as I used to be
   Down the road waits misery
   Why cannot death just set me free!
  
   Countless armies have I attacked
   Not once have I backed down
   And though I've spilled a lot of blood
   I never once received a mortal wound
  
   I've raided shores in many lands
   I cannot count the men I've killed
   So many friends died with sword in hand
   But the warrior's death was never granted me
  
   I dress myself in battle clothes
   Alone I make the final ride
   My sight is blurred, by whipping snow
   I seek to end my life
  
   I want to walk across the Rainbow Bridge
   And see my fathers in the golden hall
   They beckon me to join their feast
   In my dreams I hear their call