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A feast to praise the glory of

The Allfather and his sons

Mead is served in pints and we sing

Hymns of heroic conquests

Telling the tales of our forefathers

Of gods, battles and victory

In a great hall, where songs are to be sung

Merrily dancing upon the tables

In the evening cold

We dance, sing and fight

Drinking mead as if Ragnarok

Is closing in

Into the night we drink

We dance, sing and fight

Until the sunrise

It has only begun

The feast goes to an end in the morning

All of us have grown tired

But this hall will be lit up again

And we'll sing and dance by the fire

Telling the tales of our forefathers

Of gods, battles and victory

In a great hall, where songs are to be sung

Merrily dancing upon the tables

In the evening cold

We dance, sing and fight

Drinking mead as if Ragnarok

Is closing in

Into the night we drink

We dance, sing and fight

Until the sunrise

It has only begun