En hjältes väg [English translation]

Watch and behold, how the glory of banners

in the flickering light of torches

sets hearts alight, and to rhythmically beat

in battle lust, the splashing of mead, and ecstasy!

See first among equals, a son of the gods

descended from snow storms and frost.

At peace with the fate of a borrowed life,

as long as the edge won't be corroded by rust.

As dawn bleeds, like brothers they fight

and the sun is as red as blood.

Just like Siegfried on Fafner's lands

among danger, misfortune and betrayal

he keeps his spirit and body strong

in the bloody game of honour.

And each time he's called by the winds of war

on sail for a journey of flames

he gently caresses his woman's cheek,

but grasps his sword in a fist of iron.

The blade is drawn.

The wolf-hour strikes.

Onward! To glory and death!

In the veins his noble blood surges

he is not afraid to give up his life.

His heart is filled with heroic bravery

en route to a new offensive.

For he who wants to walk in the footsteps of heroes

does what he must, and he can,

he will not yield, he will stand where he does

to fall, and to die, like a man.

With blood it is written

that the deeds done in life

is what judges the soul in the end.

By the falling oak-leaves victoriously crowned

fearless he struggles in battle.

All the glory his deeds have won

will be eternally remembered.

The path of a hero is a thorny trail,

whose ending is found by few

it passes through blood, through fire and war

and leads to a hero's grave.

He doesn't look back, he doesn't look ahead,

he begins his final assault.

Watch the banner guard fall, the Valkyries call,

he slays, on the road to Valhalla!

A hero, on his way to Valhalla.