Here's to a life of roaming around
Where there's a feast we can be found
Travelling far, over sea, over land
For glory and fame and a drink in our hand
There's no dread in our hearts, no remorse in our soul
Pillage the world for silver and gold
It's the path we have chosen, the creed of our kind
Standing together, leave no one behind
Hail the dead and the goat that gives us mead
On the roof she's gnawing Lärad's leaves
Fills the vat with a drink that is so sweet
Worthy of fame
Heidrun is her name