Draugr Balled - The Burning Ship

We push him toward the deep, away from any land.
Throw him to the blackness,
Where the cold waves meet the sky.
Light the ship and watch it burn; we sing our last goodbye.
Flames against the darkness, smoke is rising from the deck.
Our king goes to the water, and we bow our heads in respect.
And we bow our heads in respect.
The current drags him further from the rocky shore.