The Mead Song

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 (another)
Mead
Another (yeah)

Mead, another
Into the mist the she-goat will us lead
Mead, another
From Heiðrún's 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 (another)
Mead
Another (yeah)

Mead, another
Into the mist the she-goat will us lead
Mead, another
From Heiðrún's 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 (another)
Mead
Another (yeah)

Mead, another
Into the mist the she-goat will us lead
Mead, another
From Heiðrún's teat, the endless stream of mead

Mead! Another!
Mead! Another!
Mead! Another!
Mead! Another!

Mead! Another!
Mead! Another!
Mead! Another!
Mead! Another!

Mead! Another!