Warrior`s Tale Lyrics

Warrior`s Tale lyrics


"Cattle die,
kinsmen die,
likewise you will die;
but the
name
will never die,
of one who has done well.

Cattle
die,
kinsmen die,
likewise you will die;
one I know
that never
dies:
the fame of each one dead."
(Hávamál)

And so the last
chapter is at hand,
who faced his death now rests on his place.
His
brothers raise a chalice of mead
and drink it empty in the name of the
late.

A craft so beautiful now may carry a peaceful man,
on the shore
it awaits release into what lies beyond.
Weapons, jewels, riches the
traveller is armed with,
underneath a vast pyre his grave will soon be
sailing.
(And behold! Can there be another sight so grand
than of silent
flames reaching out for the stars.)

Towards death we all are
lead;
the gods have chosen those to live.
Our brother we lay on the lap
of the waves;
fare ye well, you stay in our hearts.

Honour no sword
can tame;
the gods have recited the heroic names.
Our brother we yield to
the father of the dead;
fare ye well - until we meet again.