Lyrics:

Across the brigde of colours born Of fire water and air Dressed in crimson armours In hand are bloodwet spears Reach the entrance heavens gate Honoured by the brave See the hall with golden roof The home allfather gave Welcome to the hall of death Great Odin we hail him Come in, enjoy the glorious afterlife, my friend Here we fill the ranks of Tyr Battle is our way Every morning day and night till the winter fiercest come Cattle die All men are mortal But word-fame never dies Nor a noble name Kinsmen die All men are mortal But one thing never dies The glory of the great dead Enough of tears, enough of wail! Not to lament in was Valhalla made The wind as fresh as the air is clear The greatest of men are here All einherjer in Odin's court Fare to fight each day Select the slain, then leave the battle Sit after at peace in the hall. Welcome to the hall of death Great Odin we hail him Come in, enjoy the glorious afterlife, my friend Here we fill the ranks of Tyr Battle is our way Every morning day and night till the winter fiercest come Cattle die All men are mortal But word-fame never dies Nor a noble name Kinsmen die All men are mortal But one thing never dies The glory of the great dead