I knew ’twas Odin’s call.
The Valkyrs are gathering round my bed
To lead me unto his hall.
“Bear me unto my noblest ship,
Light up a funeral pyre;
I’ll walk to the palace of the braves
Through a path of flame and fire.�
Oh! wild and bright was the stormy light
That flashed from the old man’s eye,
As they bore him from the couch of death