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Winterborn, home we return

strong wind, bless me, I ride back to

my kin, at dawn's first light

the north sea is in my sight.

Fire, corpses of fallen warriors, murders of crows circling

high above, victims of treacherous bloodshed, my brothers have fallen.

He ain't no man under this shield, oh light of my eyes, it cannot be

Why did you come this far from home, the blood of my blood is spilled, no.

Oh sun of my life, moon of my nights, in the halls of the brave, may you find your way

as death holds you still, on your side I will be, till your ashes from the flames, spread to the sea.

Funeral pyres burn, lead my brothers to the next world, the ashes don't feel the rain, welcome to this endless war.

Welcome to this endless cold

Gods of my world,

I'm left all alone

no man by my side,

to fight for and die

To war.

Sound the horns of war.