Falkenbach

Soul arose that morning like a sunwheel at the sky...
Shallow land two ravens high above gave me the sign...
Walhall the hall of shining shields
where once I'll be to celebrate my death...
farewell my sword may lead me into ancient realms...
...now saddled is my horse and grinded my sword,
the wisest of all blacksmith's forged my shield...
Tomorrow I will ride, when morning sun arose,
to meet my fate on shadow field...