Thy Laste Fyre - Stormwarrior

Thy time hath come, thou shalt be honoured

A glorious life thou hast lead

Father of mine, greate warrior

The halle up highe lies aheade

Stallions shalle be sacrificed

Thy ship hath been raised

The weapons of thine are placed at thy side

A slave hath been chosen to followe her lorde

Into the realm far beyond

Thy last fyre lights up the solemn nighte

Thy last fyre under the northern sky

Lead off the ceremony

Lay a rope arounde her neck

Strangle the slave and the poniard

Will end her burning flame

Shieldes are pounding the nighte

Drowning her fearfilling cries

Torches are throwne onto the stake

Thy ship stands aflame, northwards to sail

The laste course of thine to fulfill

Thy last fyre lights up the solemn nighte

Thy last fyre under the northern sky

Ritual flames upon Midgard’s lande

Transitional burning tonighte

Thy last fyre

Mourning leaves the dead no reste

No sleep, no repose

He would gad aboute an intruder to be

Tears cried after thee would burden thy chest

But thou shalt not returne to bring mischief

Thy ship stands aflame, northwards to sail

The laste course of thine to fulfill

Thy last fyre lights up the solemn nighte

Thy last fyre under the northern sky

Ritual flames upon Midgard’s lande

Transitional burning tonighte

Thy last fyre