on ragnarok 
just as a battle broke 
there was a cry of might 
and from the clouds 
descended raven's blood 
upon the ones who fight for their lives 
what quickly followed 
was the clash of arms 
and a brilliant light 
but as the day grew old 
the warriors fell 
so they moved and took their flight 

into the darkness 
rode the cavalry 
from the stormy skies 
but one had seen 
beyond the warring souls 
as his death crossed o'er her eyes 
the one she loved 
had fallen, quickly down 
amidst the battle's flight 
she caught him but 
he never saw her face, 
the one who heard his wounded cry 

on ragnarok 
just as the dawn had broke 
she gathered up his light 
and to the clouds 
they journyed side by side 
away from weary death, and his scythe 
what quickly followed 
was the sound of hope 
and the trump of might 
but as the world grew old 
the wars had quelled 
so she moved and took her flight 

down from the sky 
she rides on light 
to guide him home 
and with her heavy heart 
she has to let him go