Echoes from the Silvern Forge of Battle
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
Ecos da Forja Prateada da Batalha
E na grande batalha
O guerreiro heroico do norte
Levantou seu scramasax e lança
E matou seus inimigos heroicamente
Mas muitos eram em número
E ele caiu com honra
E orgulho no coração
Para as pontas das lanças do inimigo
E enquanto ele jazia no campo de batalha
Grandes donzelas da guerra desceram
Em corcéis prateados, e ele foi levado
Para os salões dourados de seus antepassados
E a hoste reunida
Levantou seus chifres
E o saudou eternamente
Nos salões de Valhalla