As

the

day

breaks

And

the

ba-

ttle

ho-

ur

app-

roach-

es

Ma-

ny

cries

will

e-

cho

through

the

hills

Be

not

af-

raid

your

sa-

cri-

fice

is

not

in

vain

The

God's

re-

ward

for

dy-

ing

with

your

sword

in

hand

Roar-

ing

fires,

strum-

ming

ly-

rics

Clean

the

blood

stain

from

your

Blade

be-

fore

com-

ing

in

En-

ter

the

mas-

sive

feast-

ing

hall

A-

bove

the

roar,

tales

are

told

of

war

And

he-

roes

lost

fo-

re-

ver

Your

name

will

live

in

song

on

high

and

down

be-

low

Your

kills

in

fight-

ing

have

earned

your

spe-

cial

place

Men-

tioned

in

the

same

breath

as

all

he-

roes

past

A

sta-

tue

of

your

like-

ness,

re-

vered

for-

e-

ver

more

Fla-

gons

clank,

and

beers

are

drank

In

the

might-

y

hall

Tales

are

told

of

woe

In

the

might-

y

hall

Goats

are

roast-

ed

slow

In

the

might-

y

hall

Let

us

sing

the

songs

of

old

In

the

might-

y

hall

All

sound

a

might-

y

sky

In

the

great

feast-

ing

hall,

splen-

dor

of

all

Die

in

bat-

tle

do

us

proud

In

the

great

feast-

ing

hall,

splen-

dor

of

all

In

the

great

feast-

ing

hall