Grab your shield, sharpen your sword
Polish your helmet well
For, it’s only one death that we may die
Tonight, we dine in Hell
The enemy are at the gate, the hour is drawing nigh
Grit your teeth, prepare for war
Hold the banners high
Drink of your pints, boys, tomorrow we ride to face the enemy and fight for our
lives
We’ll grant them no quarter, we’ll take all they have
They’ll bleed and they’ll scream, we will drive them back
Tonight, we feast
Tomorrow, they die
Give praise to the Gods
Sing songs of triumph for heroes long passed, swords raised upon high
Slay to the last
Slay to the last
Slay to the last
Slay to the last
Lo, there do I see my mother
Lo, there do I see my father, my sisters and my brothers
Lo, there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning
Lo, they do call to me, and bid me take my place among them in the Halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever
The blood flows freely from the wounds, our swords are sharp and true
Gutting, beheading, laying waste
The mist bears a crimson hue
Their cries of pain and anguish ring with a joyous call
One by one, they try to run, and one by one they fall
Odin is calling for me to come home
Beckoning my soul to feast at the table evermore
Valhalla is waiting, my soul at final rest
Give my wife the eternal love from my dying breath