Naglfar

The gate rose before him
In stood there open wide
A bloodstained portal of might
His travel to the land unknown
I awakened from this dismal dream
the same as thousand times before
This sight is so impure
So filled with mourning and with grace
It cries a message to me
of which I cannot ever grip
A man and this enermous gate
with his name on it written in blood...
I fall to me kness
Spelling my name
to be unleashed, and ever blessed
The great beyond lies open in front of me