as the day breaks and the battle hour approaches many cries will echo through the hills be not afraid your sacrifice is not in vain the god s reward for dying with your sword in hand roaring fires strumming clean the blood stain from you blade before coming in enter the massive feasting hall above the roar tales are told of war and heroes lost forever your name will live in song on high and down below your kills in fighting have earned your special place mentioned in the same breath as all heroes past a statue of your likeness revered forever more flagons clank and beers are drank in the mighty hall tales are told of woe in the might hall the goats are roasted slow in the mighty hall let us sing the songs of old in the mighty hall all sound a mighty sky in the great feasting hall splendor of all die in battle do us proud