Krákumál [English translation]

We swung our sword hard.

That was ever so long ago,

to slay the dig-wulf.*

We swung our sword hard.

The sea got ravens

who suddenly break by.

We swung our sword hard.

Hard came riders onto shields,

We swung our sword hard.

It seems to me truly,

that we follow fate,

few avoid the destiny of the norns*.

We now wish to end,

home I invite the dísir*,

which Odin sendt me.

Glad shall I drink ale with the æsir

in excellence I will drink,

lifes moments are passing,

laughing shall I die.

We swung our sword hard.

Soon we will drink beer

of deep horns;

a warrior moans not at death

We swung our sword hard.

fierce stands that grand serpent

my sons will rise high

their fathers advice befalls:

We now wish to end,

home I invite dísir,

which Odin sendt me.

Glad shall I drink ale with æsir

in excellence I will drink,

lifes moment are passing,

laughing shall I die.