Do not linger upon my grave,
Frosts of grief will dampen your light.
Call upon the memories of Summer, as you dwell alive in the pain of Winter.
I have gone, walked a crystalline Bifröst from our world to the next.
But you must stay, waiting at the gate,
I say do not linger.
Forget the frosted nights and deathly cold.
For we will be rejoined once more, never to be parted.