The Last Battle

Neither wind nor rain, this warrior shall stay
From the woman who waits at my steading
Not the sword nor the shield shall bar my way
From the wife that I soon will be bedding
Through the rain of arrow and hail of spear
I fight across the red field of battle
I fight for the one whom I hold so dear
While my enemy breathes his death rattle
Though they strive to stop me at every step
Straight to the east as the black crow does fly
I fight to the meeting that must be kept
I must press her closely, ere I do die
From crimson blossom my life-blood leaks out
"I’m coming my dear one!", I rage and shout