The Heritage Throne - King of Asgard

I lay my blade low as a yearning sign

Oh, for my beloved North with its stalwart pines

Beheld in the east the golden shores approaches

The vast plains where the rivers doth shine

From harshest of journeys of months at sea

I now lay my sword down, my longing heart ashore

Greet me home, greet my return

For thee, my love, my heart shall forever burn

The path of life, its turns and it twists

For victors and lost in glory the end abide

The threads of fate of destined bestow

My path to follow as the Norns them wove

I outlived the night, yet to my dwelling return

To sacred ground worthy my flesh and bone

A predicted doom, a downward spiral

Twined with the flow of time, yet I return…

To where I belong…

To where I set my feet…

To where I heal my wounds…

To where I make my home is where I build my Throne

Greet me home, greet my return

For thee, my love, my heart shall forever burn

Upon my throne, gaunt and tired

I sweat the blood of the sword

By the edge of the water, weary and worn

My horse of the sea