There he stands, my brother,

Borne from blood and battle,

Staring into fields doomed for slaughter

The moonlight accenting his blade and his bearing

He sees Death readying his pale horse

But my brother rides to battle, eagerly,

The Watcher’s glorious name on his lips.

There he falls, my brother,

Gone into glory and gore,

Staring into the fields of Valhalla

The moonlight recalling his blood and his steel

He hears the cawing of Thought and Memory

Now my brother rides to Asgard, without regret,

The Allfather’s glorious name on his lips.

There he goes, my brother,

Borne into blood and battle

Staring into the eyes of the Valkyries

The moonlight hailing his prowess and honor

He feels the tears of Yggdrasil

And my brother will ride to Ragnarok

The One-Eyed God’s glorious name on his lips.