On the trampled grass Slippery and red A dance of death is over The dancer is lying dead He is looking at the sky With a happy smile A pile of bodies on the field And he is on the top of the pile A chief with a silver beard Rises on the pile And thrusts his broad knife Into the dancer's side His liver is still warm The silver beard is red This is the greatest honor A warrior can get Hail! When your battle is almost lost When you see no chance to survive When you're alone, surrounded by foes That's the moment of truth in your life Now the Gods are looking at you Seeing through your soul and your heart With no thoughts, no words, and no lie Now be who you really are In the middle of the feast In the center of the great hall The king is drinking ale From the cup which is made from a skull Take this gift, my son It's the Bringer of Victory Hear the words of wisdom That he is whispering When your battle is almost lost When you see no chance to survive When you're alone surrounded by foes That's the moment of truth in your life Now the Gods are looking at you Seeing through your soul and your heart With no thoughts, no words, and no lie Now be who you really are When your battle is completely lost When you have no chance to survive When you're the last surrounded by foes That's the goal of your entire life Brothers Gods are looking at you You can feel them in your soul It is time to hide no more Now dance God of War