Ravens on the Wing

Odin's two ravens are on the wing -

See them soaring o'er the battlefield:

Their deep, dark eyesare fixed

On the honored dead that lie thereon

Ravens on the wing -

With coarse voices sing

An epitaph of glorious deeds

Of the fallen Vikings!

Spreading their black wings,

Coal-hued feathers in the wind -

They fly etched against the bright

And spotless morning sky

Memory and thought,

They remember and they revere

The warriors who fought well

But feast upon the eyes of cravens dead

Ravens on the wing -

With coarse voices sing

An epitaph of glorious deeds

Of the fallen Vikings!

With the setting of the sun

They return to Valhalla

To sit on the shoulders

Of the one-eyed god