When my final day comes,
my long walk upon this Earth ends,
I will not dread.
Life is a dream,
a dream from which all must wake.
Whatever reward lay on the other side,
whatever judgement awaits me,
I will face it tall and proud.
Maimed in life I have been.
Maimed of body,
not mind or soul.
If Odin awaits,
or cursed Hela in her halls of the damned,
or a vast emptiness left in the throws of Ragnarök,
I go forth bodly.
My race finished.
My battle done.
Lost or won,
I gave my best.
Cursing the night with my final breath.
Bring me eternity.
My soul is prepared.
Up sails!
Our oars!
The next adventure is come!