Icelandic dominion   Reigning during a casually brutal age   Exalting bloodlust   We pillage with near impunity   Free from all moral qualms   We celebrate ferocity   Pleasing our gods   The weak are sacrificed   In sacred groves   Grant us strength!      One thing that never dies   The glory of the great deed   The dead souls soar to the afterlife   Through the smoke of burning boats   Drinking to only the brave   Who rode and sailed along side   Believing our world and all that existed within   Should end in flame      And our dead heroes and warriors   Were all swept to Asgard   Were swept away to Asgard   For an eternity of feasting and brawling