Beneath the endless azure of the sky I’ll ride a horse as black as night With sword in hand raised aloft To catch the pure white light So that by blade is blessed With the rune of morning glory And the chill of the wind Is caught twixt the coal-black curls
Of my helmet’s mane That billows in my wake Like a banner of death unfurled – A distant warning for my enemies to see As I come riding down the hill, Past the dolmens and the stones, Through the trees that haunt With sword in hand a glimmer in the light
For which I bled, was hunted down, With sword in hand I’ll defend Stand my ground and die glad of heart For a swordsman knows no death Only victory or valhalla in the end
