Put aside the tears, pull up the yoke
Hold tight the reigns. Fly swiftly my child
The darkness approaches, and our warriors are few but powerful.
You wear the cloak of victory.
You were borne to the wing of flight,
and it is time to soar into the Heavens.
Take up the spear of your destiny.
Ride! Ride swiftly!
The Raven calls you to the battle
His black wings will cloak you until it is time to reveal yourself.
Ride home! Valhalla awaits with welcoming arms
When the battle is done.