Born to die, our fate is determined, Recoil web of life that day, When Odin, the father's death, in the ways of our host In the halls of Valhalla feast mountain warriors from the North. Sea slashed its fury Dzhormungand1, Imer mountains of tooth made, The beautiful and majestic, forever in my heart. Dawn sun burns the eyes, Will it be his last il I see more? Ancestral pride raging in me, I'm the king of the North Sea. In the pitched battle victory is near, I lifted the sword in the name of Bera and Bestlasa, Do not count the people I killed, And I feel a flaming pain. And I got a mortal wound, But I'm not afraid, no fear in me. Ancestral pride raging in me, I - King of the North Sea. Cold winds caress my body, The rain whips me in the face, When I look at the sky, The clouds are gathering, and peals of thunder heard. Valkyries down to me, Eynheriem2 I will, And together with them in the halls of gold, I rush, That the walls Asgarda3.