Today the gods have sent a powerful gift A glorious ale from the Asgard's realm Away from thus godly path we cannot drift So swig down your mead and pound on your helms So raise up your horns in salute to the gods The allfather favors the brave and the bold If you live t'ill morning against all the odds Then you shall be welcome to their halls of gold Hail to the gods and drink their ale On the faithful day when you finally fall dead Amongst your fallen brothers you shall go feast Until it is time for that which we all dread When Ragnarok comes and unchains the beast So raise up your horns in salute to the gods The allfather favors the brave and the bold If you live t'ill morning against all the odds Then you shall be welcome to their halls of gold Whilst we are waiting, let us now sing We eat, drink and fight until the morning comes And if we're to wake upon a valkyrie's wings We'll drink up the god's ale until there is none So raise up your horns in salute to the gods The allfather favors the brave and the bold If you live t'ill morning against all the odds Then you shall be welcome to their halls of gold