Hail The Fallen

A chill wind blows through Asgard's fields

As a hero rests upon his shield.

We weep, but our wearied souls will mend,

As we fill our hearts with tales of his end.

One hundred-twenty of us are gathered here this day,

To send another of the mighty on his way.

This man sailed with Huginn

And made bows from mighty trees,

Another man slew giants

and brought Loki to his knees,

Now they will join the ranks

In the spear-wall

Beneath the roof of shields

At Odhinn's golden hall!

The tales of our folk,

And our heathen pride

Shall resound through the ages-

As sleipnir ever rides.

Even their sorrow'd deeds

Shall be told with mirth,

While immortal flagons raise

Until the ends of the Earth.

Hail the fallen, tell their tales

Around the fires, over ales

Heroes in honour lie

See that legends never die!