The horse gallops, The thunderous roar of it's hooves, they are here to collect the souls of dead men. Up to Valhalla they go, with their kin, into their ancestral God's Hall. As I lay on foreign land bleeding, I look up into the sky. I see a strong women in armour floating down towards me smiling, Her long red hair shining ever so bright in the sun. I see my mother taking me home.