Who shall sing me
Into the death-sleep sling me

When I walk on the Path of Death
And the tracks I tread
Are cold, so cold

I sought the songs
I sent the songs

When the deepest well
Gave me the drops so touched
Of Death-fathers wager

I know it all, Odin
Where you hid your eye

Who shall sing me
Into the death-sleep sling me
When I walk on the Path of Death
And the tracks I tread
Are cold, so cold

Early in the days end
Still the raven knows if I fall

When you stand by the Gate of Death
And you have to tear free

I shall follow you
Across the resounding bridge with my song

You will be free from the bonds that bind you!
You are free from the bonds that bound you!

Cattle die
Kinsmen die
You yourself will also die
But the word about you
Never dies
If you win a good reputation

Cattle die
Kinsmen die
You yourself will also die
I know one
That never dies
The reputation of those who died