Carved in runes Sung by swords Praised by Skalds The glorious names Of the honored dead We will never forget Our comrades in arms: We’ll carve it in runes Their fame and their deeds The legend they wrought Carved in runes Sung by swords The tales of glory And warriors old That never fade I would gladly give up My life for a moment Of life as they lived it, To walk in honor, not shame: To stand proud, never to crawl Carved in runes Sung by swords The sagas yore The heroic odes Are never forgotten In Valhalla’s hall