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.