i feel a chill in my heart
like lingering winter cold
i and my son are torn apart
he was just six winters old
my first born was he
and the last of my kin
the last one to carry my name
death smiled at him its deadly grin
there is no one for me to blame
the fate of norns await us all
there is no way to escape
the day to answer odin's call
or walk through hell's gate
i carry him to my ship
he seems to be asleep
but the deep blue color of his lips
is enough to make me weep
no man should have to bury his child
yet this has been my share
the tears i shed run bitter and wild
it's a heavy burden to bear
his body feels so light in my arms
his skin is pale as snow
yet his weight feels heavy in my heart
as my sadness continues to grow
allfather!  what fate has been given me
why must i suffer  why must i feel pain
allfather!  life has lost its meaning to me
i think i'm going insane
i lay him down on a pyre
a burial worthy a king
and as i lie down by his side
i hear the weaving norns sing
the fate of norns await us all
there is no way to escape
the day to answer odin's call
or walk through hell's gate
the fate of norns await us all
i know this to be true
it's time to answer odin's call
my son he calls for me and you