You have Long kept the Truth You're a man of the sword The Great among this land Your are a son of mine, Fierce and Proud Many trolls slain by your hand Murdered by a traitor Alien to me False promises lined his lips He came for gold, Fled into the night While the sons of the gods would stand and fight Can you hear the call of the Gjallahorn The burning pride within your hear For few of this age have come to hear The voice of the ancient heathen blood Valkyries Ride to bring you back home With your ancestors; awaiting your arrival Long have we had to prepare your seat For the feast at the table of the gods of old Odin at his throne in the hall of valhalla Bids you welcome to these holy grounds Lay down your sword Take up your horn And partake the sacred mead of asgard Can you hear the sound of the Gjalarhorn The burning pride within your hearts For few of this age have come to hear The voice of the ancient heathen blood