A cry of horns from far horizon,
The triumph of the Æsir's thrones,
Let us follow close, seeking out our reward...
Have no fear about our leaving,
Death and darkness we'll confound,
A hero's grave is not for grieving,
We will travel where the trumpets sound!
We'll meet again in far Valhalla,
We'll sing the songs and drink the wine!
Feast with the Gods in fair Valhalla,
We'll party 'till the end of time!
Lift your mugs to Odin's glory,
Quaff deep, cry out a drinking song,
He gathers up his host, the bravest of them all...
The feast awaits with laden trenchers,
A thousand barrels filled to burst,
At the end of all our ventures,
Come and join us when you've grown a thirst!
We'll meet again in far Valhalla,
We'll sing the songs and drink the wine!
Feast with the Gods in fair Valhalla,
We'll party 'till the end of time!