To victory I am born
And not to common toil;
I keep my sights on the boundless heights,
To my kinsmen I am loyal
Like the Spartans at Thermopylae
That spirit is a part of me;
To seek a noble destiny
With an iron will undying
There are no foes I feign to meet
No challenge that I do not greet,
And when life is at last complete
My final battle won -
I’ll stand with Wotan eye to eye.
With Freyja ride to Asgard high;
Intrepid spirits never die
In that gleaming, grand Valhalla
The hero’s legend travels far
Like Warriors of the Einjerjar;
So reach, brave kinsmen, for that star
That no one can deny you
Through endless times our spirits pour
As waves against a stormy shore
And life goes on for evermore,
Like the fame of a great mans deeds—
Like the fame of a great mans deeds.
