Swords stained with blood, spears splintered from war From glorious battle, our heroes return Swords chipped from bone, shields cracked and worn A victory with them bring, so our heroes sing:
Hailsa! My friend, war is at end! We'll drink wine to our glory. Hey! Let us drink till we die!
Hailsa! My brother, sit by my side. We'll drink ale by the fire Hey! Let us drink till we die!