With only the comfort of the rain
To wash away my doubts
I stand among a thousand men
I keep the company of death

With the strength of my brothers
I will emerge
To end the lives of my enemy
I will prevail
Only now in this moment in time
Has anything, ever become so clear

With the fight, I find my purpose
My destiny
My Existence shown to me
In such clarity
The fate of Death is no defeat
I will fall with no regret

As I lay broken I could see
Silhouettes spiraling down
Dancing through the endless fog
Among the slain we are chosen

Swords stained with blood, spears splintered from war
From glorious battle, our heroes return
Swords chipped from bone, shields cracked and worn
A victory with them bring, so our heroes sing:

Hailsa! My friend, war is at end! We'll drink wine to our glory.
Hey! Let us drink till we die!

Hailsa! My brother, sit by my side.
We'll drink ale by the fire
Hey! Let us drink till we die!