Odin's two ravens are on the wing -
 See them soaring o'er the battlefield:
 Their deep, dark eyesare fixed
 On the honored dead that lie thereon
 
 Ravens on the wing -
 With coarse voices sing
 An epitaph of glorious deeds
 Of the fallen Vikings!
 
 Spreading their black wings,
 Coal-hued feathers in the wind -
 They fly etched against the bright
 And spotless morning sky
 
 Memory and thought,
 They remember and they revere
 The warriors who fought well
 But feast upon the eyes of cravens dead
 
 Ravens on the wing -
 With coarse voices sing
 An epitaph of glorious deeds
 Of the fallen Vikings!
 
 With the setting of the sun
 They return to Valhalla
 To sit on the shoulders
 Of the one-eyed god