Forward that day with speed they fared From Asgaard came they, to Egil's home The goats with horns, bedecked he guarded Then they sped to the hall, where Hymir dwelt Morningrise, day of judgement With sword and shield in hand Onward to the battle plain We face our enemies Come forth the troops and all We will fight for our native land The heathen tribes live on Our bones buried in the sand Fury of steel, breaking of limbs Shattering the centre The marching dead, glorious splendour Victory or damnation Conquering all, conquering none All decided on a whim Forging bonds, mortal wounds Fighting for my kin There is but one chance for redemption Meet the maker in his golden hall Onwards to Asgaard A warrior's tale Onwards to Asgaard! A hero's death Charge Onwards to Asgaard! A warrior's tale Onwards to Asgaard! A hero's death