Текст песни Asmund - Вальхаллы гимн

There are no equal to us, in the midst of strife
Bran covered tablecloth
And honey is sweet that the cups of honor are washed
And the work of the sons of Wotan flies with glory
Blood for Glory!
Slimmer row, a feast of bloody heroes is coming

Higher the banner! Glory to the sons of victory
That did not doubt, did not recede
That the victory fell on the altar
Red steel, crimson steel
On what we stood, we stand and we will
Judge by blood

Father of the Rae, feast of heroes
The horn blows, the song of the fallen
Strands of thread, runes of a sign
Glory and tragedy anthem Valhalla!

Halls of Glory to the Fallen with Honor
Kissing them is beast
Im swearing swords, the taste of sharp blades is familiar
Thunder slash and strife, song of triumph
Tailwind in the waves
All gates are open to them on the day of the last battle.