I know you watch over me, Father of all past, And all that will ever be, you are the first and the last.
The watcher of all that lives, and the guardian of all that died.
The one eyed God way up high, Who rules my world and the sky.
Northern wind take my song up high to the Hall of Glory in the sky. So its gates shall greet me open wide, When my time has come to die.
Words written by Quorthon/Black Mark 1989