Raise your cups to comrades gone To friends and heroes past With heavy hearts and solemn vows Your memory forever lasts Though now is not the time to mourn For battle-brothers lost We’ll raise our cups and drink the mead ’Til gates of hell we’ve crossed
From time to time our memories eye Sees shades of mournful black When crew and friends meet grizzly ends With bodies torn, all stabbed and hacked Why don’t we cease this fighting life For one without this death? Hell with our souls, we’ll steal our gold ’Til we’ve drawn our last breath!
Raise your cups to comrades gone To friends and heroes past With heavy hearts and solemn vows Your memory forever lasts Though now is not the time to mourn For battle-brothers lost We’ll raise our cups and drink the mead ‘Til gates of hell we’ve crossed