Carved in runes
Sung by swords
Praised by Skalds
The glorious names
Of the honored dead

We will never forget
Our comrades in arms:
We’ll carve it in runes
Their fame and their deeds
The legend they wrought

Carved in runes
Sung by swords
The tales of glory
And warriors old
That never fade

I would gladly give up
My life for a moment
Of life as they lived it,
To walk in honor, not shame:
To stand proud, never to crawl

Carved in runes
Sung by swords
The sagas yore
The heroic odes
Are never forgotten
In Valhalla’s hall