Final Saga

The cold on my skin The frost on my beard I hear them shouting Mine, they never heard Axe in my hand I'm ready to fall Allfather guide me Trough the storm My brothres fell I watched them die I was left alive Now I hear their call If I die, I die That's how I grew I wear my pride Be proud of me mother Odin Allfather Guide me along After I die, yours I become As I feast in Valhalla