DSA fantasy Scimitar

Where is the horse and the rider where is the horn that was blowing they have past like rain on the mountin like wind in the medowe the days have gone down in the west behind the hills how did it come to this

Lo there do I see my father lo there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers lo do I see the line of my people back to the begining lo they do call to me they bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla where the brave may live forever.