You're sitting in saddle Your horse moving hardly Your blood keeps on running from wounds The battle was cruel
You were killed and your way You ancestors wait in limbs of the eternity oak They will greet you with a cup full of beer And their faces shall light up with joy
Your last breath was down now Your spirit released from your body And it sets on in journey To the distance along near
And the birds flew away bringing bad news around That you're killed in a battle That your wife and your kids never see you again And you'll never go cultivate you'r native land
They will find your body And burn it away They'll do funeral fest on you Sing the funeral song...
(...they will see you off on your last way Down by eternity river Then you'll meet all you fathers..)
