Like Your Son

I am the one who rides in the mountains and in heaven.
He gave me his trusty stallion. As written on the runes.
Like the wind he took me to the gates of the
Dead, flying on the bones, among the flames.
In that cave I met a dog from the bloody chest.
Then a river where fasts flowed sharp knives and swords.
I'm the one who holds the spear of God.
Fly like the wind and when it hits, destroys the beast.

When my God lost the eye, two crows flew away.
Above the stars and above of the nine worlds.
When my God lost the heart, I was called to war.
In the kingdom of Hel with the spear and the stallion.
When my God will return from the realm of the dead.
We will cross the gates.
When the two crows still will fly above the nine worlds.
The Walhalla's gates.

Oh God of all, I now fight like your son.
I do not want to die in this hellish land.

As a thunder storm, I threw me against the hordes of dead.
The north wind was on my side and the strength did not leave me.
The runes of the gods I saw. On the cosmic tree, I saw and I read.
The future of the Worlds is in my hands and in his old spear.

The beasts are dissolved on the tip of my spear.

Blood and bones of everything. Wounds on the body everywhere.
Corpses and broken blades on the
shore and on the mountain near the bay.
The Helgrind gates are now closer. I'm waiting for another attack.
Gods protect me.
brothers in blood come to me. I await a sign from ancestors. A light.
A dazzling light over their heads.
Like an earthquake began to shake all over. The end.
Gods who survived had come in those
lands. In our aid. I had opened the gates.
The crows were here.
The queen came out of the halls, made with bones of snake.
His army retreated, under the ground, under the flames.
My brothers smiled at me and vanished up
high. Now I was alone. Alone again. Alone again.

Glorious eternity passed. in the cave of the dead.
I was before the walls of éljúðnir. Under the ice.
Ganglati and Ganglöt,
waiting on the threshold. A shrill cry. Inside my head.
Like a fury went out the black queen. And the darkness
enveloped all things. My legs began to tremble and bend.
He lashed the first shot to the heart,
and I collapsed to the ground. but I straightened up.

When my God lost the eye, two crows flew away.
Above the stars and above of the nine worlds.
When my God lost the heart, I was called to war.
In the kingdom of Hel with the spear and the stallion.

When she fell under the thunder of my old forebears.
The heart of God I found.
And when the queen, dying, handed me the keys to the world.
There was no return.

Oh God of all, I fought like your son.
I do not want to cry in this sad land.
I have found your heart, my God, Father of all.
Now I back home and return to deathbed.