Across the brigde of colours born

Of fire water and air

Dressed in crimson armours

In hand are bloodwet spears

Reach the entrance heavens gate

Honoured by the brave

See the hall with golden roof

The home allfather gave



Welcome to the hall of death

Great Odin we hail him

Come in, enjoy the glorious afterlife, my friend

Here we fill the ranks of Tyr

Battle is our way

Every morning day and night till the winter fiercest come



Cattle die

All men are mortal

But word-fame never dies

Nor a noble name

Kinsmen die

All men are mortal

But one thing never dies

The glory of the great dead



Enough of tears, enough of wail!

Not to lament in was Valhalla made

The wind as fresh as the air is clear

The greatest of men are here

All einherjer in Odin's court

Fare to fight each day

Select the slain, then leave the battle

Sit after at peace in the hall.



Welcome to the hall of death

Great Odin we hail him

Come in, enjoy the glorious afterlife, my friend

Here we fill the ranks of Tyr

Battle is our way

Every morning day and night till the winter fiercest come



Cattle die

All men are mortal

But word-fame never dies

Nor a noble name

Kinsmen die

All men are mortal

But one thing never dies

The glory of the great dead