Who shall sing me Into the death-sleep sling me When I walk on the Path of Death And the tracks I tread Are cold, so cold I sought the songs I sent the songs When the deepest well Gave me the drops so touched Of Death-father’s wager I know it all, Odin Where you hid your eye Who shall sing me Into the death-sleep sling me When I walk on the Path of Death and the tracks I tread Are cold, so cold Early in the days’ end Still the raven knows if I fall When you stand by the Gate of Death And you have to tear free I shall follow you Across the Resounding Bridge with my song You will be free from the bonds that bind you! You are free from the bonds that bound that you! Cattle die, kinsmen die, The self must also die; But glory never dies, For the man who is able to achieve it.
Cattle die, kinsmen die, The self must also die; I know one thing which never dies: The reputation of each dead man..