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On the day that I die           On the day that I die MP3

On the day that I die,
cut short my finger nails,
that they may not speed the day
when Naglfar sets sails.

On the day that I die,
put shoes upon my feet,
that they safely carry me
to where I and Hel will meet.

On the day that I die,
tell tales of all my deeds;
for this is how I live on
in everyone who heeds.

On the day that I die,
pass a horn around,
make a toast and raise it high,
and lay me in the mound.

On the day that I die,
speak aloud my name;
cattle die and kinsmen die,
what never dies is fame.

On the day that I die,
sing no mournful song;
I go to Gods and Ancestors,
right where I belong.


Lyrics, tune Michaela Macha


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This work by Michaela Macha (www.odins-gift.com) is licensed
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