You have long kept the truth
You're a man of the sword
The great among this land
Your are a son of mine, fierce and proud

Many trolls slain by your hand
Murdered by a traitor
Alien to me
False promises lined his lips
He came for gold, fled into the night
While the sons of the gods would stand and fight

Can you hear the call of the gjallahorn
The burning pride within your hear
For few of this age have come to hear
The voice of the ancient heathen blood

Valkyries ride to bring you back home
With your ancestors; awaiting your arrival
Long have we had to prepare your seat
For the feast at the table of the gods of old
Odin at his throne in the hall of valhalla
Bids you welcome to these holy grounds
Lay down your sword
Take up your horn
And partake the sacred mead of asgard

Can you hear the sound of the gjalarhorn
The burning pride within your hearts
For few of this age have come to hear
The voice of the ancient heathen blood