Lo there do I see my father. Lo there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers. Lo there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. Lo they do call to me They bid me take my place among them in the Halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever.
Day before we were hundred of men And now handful is alive Final charge is approaching Ready to die for ideals of ours
For eternal glory and fame Steel is sharpened and quivers full
Let them come and taste our blades Let the claret sinks the ground Our scions shall rule the Earth When we are no longer here
Remember the day of sacrifice And soon the halls we enter Brothers of ours shall welcome us No longer we bleed and no deadly wounds Ancient fathers ancestors save us of reproach
Rain and mud our feet march through Even dead we sing of victory
No matter how many died by the sword Cut and broken still we fight Injured we stay, out numbered Flame of eternal Grace Both hands and teeth as weapon remain Never we give our lands for free
Crushing bones the song for us Their tears like river for mill Trust in their god under our feet Heathen men without fear Clash begins Thou shall have suffering and death
For eternal glory and fame Steel is sharpened and quivers full
Remember the day of sacrifice And soon the halls we enter Brothers of ours shall welcome us
No longer we bleed and no deadly wounds Ancient fathers ancestors save us of reproach
Rain and mud our feet march through Even dead we sing of victory
Let them come and taste our blades Let the claret sinks the ground Our sons will rule the Earth when we are no longer here