Morbid relief in crimson hues, 
grant me peace from life's oppression 
Let me ride your chariot to Valhalla 
where deeds need no confession 

Welcome gentle darkness to me 
Let this light haunt me never more 
May I once more face the worthy foe 
In battle on fair Mithgar's shore 

In vain it is I have struggled to learn 
The path of this foreign son 
Yet forgiveness cannot be granted 
For this thing that I have done 

And bitter though be the taste of death 
It shall rest sweetly upon my lip 
Its liquid spell resounding fair 
In the loosening of this life's grip