Saecsen Drynking Song

In drinking spirits, the ancestors sing many songs, of which this is one....

This is a story of what we often call warriors

Where I've gone now I have died

Is a Hall in the sky

That lies

Across a shimmering rainbow bridge

I see my brothers here

Drinking in the hall

I see my mother's tears

Lakes of glass before

I see my people living

Back through the before

They know that I am here

Toasting (death) them

At the gates Waelhall

Men and women the folk

Live your lives with honour

Keep the fires alight on the hills

Remember the only thing you really

Have to do

Is cross that rainbow bridge

Some folk have heaven that is their path

Some folk have nothing

That is their loss

Let each man or woman

Have his or her own fate

But I'll...

I'll take the shimmering rainbow bridge.