Dragons in the sunset Upon the darkened sea Sailing through the mists of time Calling unto me Ghost ship black and gleaming Lindens shining bright Ancient kinsmen call my name Far off in the night My heart it stood restless And I knew not why Memory's spark was there A twinkling of the eye I heard the thunder and saw the flash The stormy sky did speak A voice whispered to my soul: You are not of the meek Ways of the eastern stranger Are not yours to bear You have heard the raven speak And seen the eagle's stare Battle's pain and skald's words Horn of flowing mead Steps along the lonely path Where waits the eight-legged steed Then I came unto a place Of trees and running streams There I saw heaven's sign A wheel that did gleam Reality, then I knew I had found my kin Now I sail to that great hall Upon the fleeting wind Dragons sailing on the breeze Black and gleaming beam The hand upon the steering-board Has set my spirit free Lost no more to time and place For I have seen the land I have heard the Valkyrie's song And I've touched Odin's hand