I stand at the prow of my ship,

watching the world burn.

Many was the time I stood in victory,

watching the conquered slip away as we sail for home.

 

Today it is I who am conquered.

The fires of Surt visited my halls.

Black ravens of war flew to the enemy’s cause.

 

He was too strong.

Our defense too weak.

Now at the end, we take to our sheets.

To find a new land,

a home beyond his reach.

 

If Odin is merciful,

we will be dashed upon the reef.