To the west of the Land of the Angles
Well beyond the realms of the kings of Ulster
I have crossed the cold steel waters
Looking for that which I may never have
For there is no place for a Son of Valhalla in Midgard
Not even this far from where we were born

A black bird flies above me
All-seeing, restless watcher
The sign of an unwelcomed traveler
Under the troubled sky of a land of ice
Einheri, they call me, what is that you are looking for?
I have no answer for mere men
For they are not what I seek

As I walk through this land
An old man approaches through the snow
He's a priest of the slaughter
I know from the look in his eye
Einheri, he calls me, what do you seek in this land?
You that the hellenes call a carrier of disease
What are you looking for?

I do not have an answer for a mortal man
Not even a priest
The bird in the sky sits atop of a tree
He knows, he says, that you are here
Where you don't belong
Maybe you came looking for his spear

A mere man, he doesn't know
I have no answer for him
The dawn is approaching, he says, with pink fingertrips
You don't belong to the land, shadow of death
You bring sorrow to the women, you feed from the warmth of their dreams

I came to the land beyond the cold steel waters
Looking for that which I may never see
I have sailed my ship of blackwood
Fleeing from the halls of the slain
Answer me Son of Valhalla, he says, what is that you are looking at?
I will reborn from the ashes, I say as the black bird caws
I am looking for the sun