And in the great battle The heroic warrior of the north Took up his scramasax and spear And did slay his foes heroically But many was their number And he did fall with honour And pride in his heart To the speartips of the enemy And as he lay in the field of battle Great maidens of war did descend On silvern steeds, and he was carried To the golden halls of his forefathers And the assembled host Did raise their horns And hail him eternally In the halls of Valhalla