Amon Amarth

Chill in my heart
Like a winter frost.
My son and I are now separated.
He was just 6 winters.
He was my first child
And the last of my family.
The last one could wear my name.
Death twisted it in his deadly grin.
No, now I have no one to blame.
Fate of Norns await us all.
No one can escape it.
Days to respond to the call Odina2
Or go through the gate Hel3.
I carry it on my ship.
He said, as if asleep.
But the blue color of his lips
Is enough to make me cry.
No not wish to bury her child.
Yet it was my share.
The tears that I drop, bitter and savage.
This is - a serious burden that I am carrying.