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This is a song about death, mead and a goat

The einherjars final preparation for Ragnarök

Welcome to the land of no hangovers!

If you are ruthless, in battle so true

If chosen in death there is room for you too

By an army of valkyries, taken away

To the hall of the fallen

A feast awaits

Mead

Another

Into the mist the she-goat will us lead

From Heidruns' teat the endless stream of mead

Drink brothers drink, there's no need to think

We fight until we rise again, we drink until we fall

We kill each other every day 'til the final battle call

We're an army of warriors, vicious and strong

In the hall of the fallen

The feast goes on

Mead

Another

Into the mist the she-goat will us lead

From Heidruns' teat the endless stream of mead

Pour me another and you'll be my brother

When you are thirsty and hungry for fights

There's no need to worry - there's mead left and right

We're an army so wasted, no mead is too strong

In the hall of the fallen

Hear our song

Mead

Another

Into the mist the she-goat will us lead

From Heidruns' teat the endless stream of mead