The Great Hall Of Feasting

As the day breaks and the battle hour approaches
Many cries will echo through the hills
Be not afraid – your sacrifice is not in vain
The God’s reward for dying with your sword in hand

Roaring fires, strumming lyres
Clean the blood stain from your blade before coming in
Enter the massive feasting hall
Above the roar, tales are told of war
And heroes lost forever

Your name will live in song on high and down below
Your kills in fighting have earned your special place
Mentioned in the same breath as all heroes past
A statue of your likeness, revered forever more

Flagons clank, and beers are drank

In the mighty hall
Tales are told of woe
In the might hall
The goats are roasted slow
In the mighty hall
Let us sing the songs of old
In the mighty hall
All sound a mighty “Skål”
In the great feasting hall, splendor of all
Die in battle do us proud
In the great feasting hall, splendor of all
Die in battle do us proud!