I see you kneeled over my dead body,
The blood is smeared on your hands,
Your tears dripping on my chest,
Why do you weep? I am high above the lands.
For your sorrow should not be toward my empty Earthly shell,
But your bliss should be directed toward my finally free soul,
Yet before my departure, I left some of my spirit with you on Earth,
You are the boat and I am the thole.
The Valkaries are carrying me,
High into the sky,
There is no reason for you to fret,
Yet you still cry?
For I will wait for that day that you too take an earthly fall
Before your final rise,
I will stand in this great hall,
And gawk at the rolling tides.
I’m here now in Valhalla, here there are no gates,
Because nobody wants to leave,
We’re free to roam Valhalla halls,
And the forests full of trees.
There are no storms in Valhalla,
There also is no fear,
Thor conjures storms on Earth,
But he cannot invoke them here.
Njord’s water is always gentle,
Unlike his seas on Earth,
Because Here in Valha