Væringjar

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