A Viking Funeral

If I should ever be so fourtunate to die,
Then give me a Viking funeral
So as one part of I drifts towards sky
The other sinks and moves with swell

So as I leave behind these shores
And yellow flames engulf my corpse
The weary sea is my deathbed
The final sorrow of the dead

Bury me not in the ground
As it is full of life
Push out the boat without a sound
Slash the ropes with your damned knife

And if ever, the time comes
When you remember me
Go please, to my one true love
Stare upon the Sea.