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
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 Explain Request ×
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