Across the dead night sky

Ride through the torrential dimness
Obscuring the faces of the slain
Rapidly passing qualms without a second thought
Far above the eye has seen

Blood soaked and torn asunder
Fragrance of victory scattered about
In the cries of the dead night sky
The father waits

Holly laden and distended
The son returns to reclaim his right
Internally apart watching with tribute
Now a dream in the dead night sky

The Norns weep as the ship sets sail
Flames reclaim their right
The father observes, the ashes scattered
Across the Dead Night Sky