The hurted bodies raise
 TYR God of war they praise

 He's really proud to fall
 Fall under the sharp blade
 The only way to die

 They vowed to die arms in hand (in hand)
 Valhalla joy's waiting for them

 White-armed maidens named
 The coosers of the slain
 Will take them to the Reign

 They fill the Heroes horns
 Someone looks like a skull
 The drink of Gods they taste

 [chorus]
 Fightin' hardly the Heroes die
 But the wounds are healed
 Feasting the Heroes days
 They will live forever

 Oh, Oh