Letra de The Great Hall Of Feasting

As the day breaks and the battle hour approachesMany cries will echo through the hillsBe not afraid your sacrifice is not in vainThe God's reward for dying with your sword in handRoaring fires, strumming lyricsClean the blood stain from youBlade before coming inEnter the massive feasting hallAbove the roar, tales are told of warAnd heroes lost foreverYour name will live in song on high and down belowYour kills in fighting have earned your special placeMentioned in the same breath as all heroes pastA statue of your likeness, revered forever moreFlagons clank, and beers are drankIn the mighty hallTales are told of woeIn the might hallThe goats are roasted slowIn the mighty hallLet us sing the songs of oldIn the mighty hallAll sound a mighty SKÅLIn the great feasting hall, splendor of allDie in battle do us proud