Oh, Father I sit by your side Last winter coloured your hair white Once so strong Wisdom still shines within your grey eyes Night will come The last journey is ahead With no oars nor sail but with fire which carry you on your way Oh, Father I will make you proud Watch me from the hall up high Guide me on my journeys to come Be the wind that guide my spear and my sail I will keep our bloodline alive from Father to Son My courage to strike when I need to strike I was born to lead, like you once did Gain the power of the runes Oh, Father I will make you proud Watch me from the hall up high I will give blood to the God of war And Freja will shelter my young ones Sacrifice to the God of thunder Spare me from the wind and the rain I see a great battle to come It's in my dreams at night A cold winter morning The disc of night still shining The mist rising from the field Forests of spears on the hill Die in glory or prevail in glory I will not be afraid this day I know you'll always watch over me Oh, Father I will make you proud The God of war will see me My sword will be held up high