Long ago over mountains cold
Two ravens flew high above
The streams ran on, the forests grew
As a village lay below
The young ones sat around the flames
And listened to stories of old
A time of great men and fame
And so the tales were told
As the sun arose, bewitching the night sky
The day's first dawning was nigh
Upon the horizon, rainswept and tousled men
Waiting for the call to fight
Atop their steeds on a mountain covered in snow
Waiting for the call at light
Thunder cracked above; The ruby sky glowed
Then came the call to die
Now we feast and now we dine
To celebrate times gone by
Of warriors and journeys
We dance with mead and wine
Battles past and brave men gone
Fell on they field where they trod
Valkyrjur carried them
To the hall of one-eyed god
A full retinue leading down the slopes
Horses racing to war
Into the enemy, they clashed in sight of Sol
The storm filled their spirits with Þórr
Midnoon shown down upon their bloody flesh
Two ravens watching above; They soared
Gales of wind blew, the bloodstained grasses swayed
Battle would commence...no more
Long ago over mountains cold
Two ravens flew high above
The streams ran on, the forests grew
As a village lay below
The young ones sat around the flames
And listened to stories of old
A time of great men and fame
And so the tales were told
"Cattle die, kinsmen die
And so one dies one's self
The one thing now that never dies
The fame of a dead man's deeds"
Now we feast and now we dine
To celebrate times gone by
Of warriors and journeys
We dance with mead and wine
Battles past and brave men gone
Fell on they field where they trod
Valkyrjur carried them
To the hall of one-eyed god