From the time that I rise,
To the time that I fall,
I will toil until my back bends.

For I am the only one left
To bury my brothers and friends.

Each one has died, most bravely in battle
Bodies departed of soul.
Each one had fought, as strong as they could,
Sword clenched in hand, all.

Away far away is my wife and child,
Resting their weary heads.
While I toil away, so far from them,
To bury deep the dead.

And tonight I pray as I lie my head,
That they find their proper ends.
And in starlight I pray that my words will help,
To guide my fallen friends.

And I pray my words will reach them,
When I ask easy be their way,
For my hope is they'll have me join them,
When I too die someday.

From the time that I rise,
To the time that I fall,
I will toil until my back bends.

For I am the only one left
To bury the bodies of my friends.