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Kalandra
The Way of the Dead
Who will sing for me
In the death-sleep, wrap me tight
When I walk the way of the dead
And the tracks I tread
Are cold, so cold
I sought the songs
I sent the songs
When the deepest well
Gave me drops so fierce
From the Valfather's pledge
All I know, Odin
Where your eye is hidden
Who will sing for me
In the death-sleep, wrap me tight
When I walk the way of the dead
And the tracks I tread
Are cold, so cold
Early or late in the days of fate
Still the raven knows if I fall
When you stand by the hell-gate
And when you must be torn away
I will follow you
Over the bridge of Gjallar with my song
You will be freed from the bonds that bind you
You are freed from the chains that held you
Cattle die
Kinsmen die
Self must also die
But fame
Never dies
For he who earns a good name
Cattle die
Kinsmen die
Self must also die
I know one
That never dies
The judgment of every dead man
