Gathered round the wooden table   Same tavern as the nights before   I brace myself against the gable   Sunlight pushes its way through the gap in the door      As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes   I stand up and raise my pint up high      One more for our brothers who fought beside us   One more and forward again   Once more, we'll fight and conquer   Until we'll meet again      Staring at the stools not taken   I reach for my tankard of ale   The silence remains unbroken   All you hear is a tinkle of mail      As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes   I stand up and raise my pint up high      One more for our brothers...      Like a raging thunderstorm we flew down the forested hill   Tree-trunks and rocks passing by   The endless ranks stood waiting out in the open field   My fingers gripped the handle of my sword      With full power we smashed into their lines   The ground shook, swords tasted flesh   Hooves trampling over men screaming for their lives   The battle raged until both troops were threshed      Grief no more over friends who died   That day will come to us all   Until then we shall fight with pride   Raise our pints till the dawn      Grief no more over friends who died   That day will come to us all   Side by side we shall ride once more   When the Horn calls for War      Feeling low and heavy hearted   Interrupted by a distant alarm   Seems like the war has started   May it be for our brothers in arms      Once again the golden sunbeam reaches my eyes   I stand up and raise my sword up high      One more for our brothers...