Forward that day - with speed they fared,
From Asgaard came they - to Egil's home;
The goats with horns - bedecked he guarded;
Then they sped to the hall - where Hymir dwelt
Morningrise, day of judgement
With sword and shield in hand
Onward to the battle plain
We face our enemies
Come forth the troops and all
We will fight for our native land
The heathen tribes live on
Our bones buried in the sand
Fury of steel, breaking of limbs
Shattering the centre
The marching dead, glorious splendour
Victory or damnation
Conquering all, conquering none
All decided on a whim
Forging bonds, mortal wounds
Fighting for my kin
There is but one chance for redemption
Meet the maker in his golden hall
Onwards to Asgaard
A warrior's tale
Onwards to Asgaard!
A hero's death
CHARGE!
Onwards to Asgaard!
A warrior's tale
Onwards to Asgaard!
A hero's death