Icelandic dominion
Reigning during a casually brutal age
Exalting bloodlust

We pillage with near impunity
Free from all moral qualms
We celebrate ferocity

Pleasing our gods
The weak are sacrificed
In sacred groves

Grant us strength!

One thing that never dies

The glory of the great deed
The dead souls soar to the afterlife
Through the smoke of burning boats

Drinking to only the brave
Who rode and sailed along side
Believing our world and all that existed within

Should end in flame

And our dead heroes and warriors

Were all swept to Asgard
Were swept away to Asgard
For an eternity of feasting and brawling