Segervisa - Månegarm

Många var de som föll

Desto fler runt Valhalls fyllda bord

En sorgesång jag skänker dem

Som vidare för I sköldmöars famn

Tankar och tårar till dem som gått hän

Som nu blickar vid Asgårds port

Minnen och kväden skaldas snart

Vid elden I gillestid

Vi som här sitta höjer våra horn

Till de som sitter vid Allfaderns bord

Tillsammans dricker vi segerns full

Till enöga vis

Hemma här I drottens hall

Skålar vi för äring och fred

Ingen sorg bär vi mer

Till glädje och rus vi ger oss hän

English translation:

Many were those who fell

All the more round the laden table of Valhalla

A song of mourning I give to them

Those who went to the embrace of shield maidens

Reminiscence and tears to those who went hence

Who now gaze by the gates of Asagard

Memories and songs will soon be sung

By the fire in times of feasting

We who sit here raise our drinking horns

To those who sit at the table of the Father of All

Together we drink to victory

And to One-Eye wise

Here in the halls of the king

We drink to yield and peace

Grief we carry no more

We indulge in joy and intoxication

Many were the ones who fell

All the more around Valhall's filled tables

A mourning song I give them

As further in the arms of the shield shields

Thoughts and tears to those who passed away

Who now looks at Asgård's gate

Memories and poems will soon be scalded

By the fire In happy time

We who sit here raise our horns

To those sitting at the Father's table

Together we drink the victory full

In one eye

At home here in the Lord's hall

We toast to honor and peace

We carry no grief anymore

To the joy and intoxication we give ourselves

English translation:

Many were those who fell

All the more round the laden table of Valhalla

A song of mourning I give to them

Those who went to the embrace of shield maidens

Reminiscence and tears to those who went hence

Who now gaze by the gates of Asagard

Memories and songs will soon be sung

By the fire in times of feasting

We who sit here raise our drinking horns

To those who sit at the table of the Father of All

Together we drink to victory

And to One-Eye wise

Here in the halls of the king

We drink to yield and peace

Grief we carry no more

We indulge in joy and intoxication