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