Fólkvangr forever!

To Valhalla! Shout the warriors in the heat of battle,
But I dream only of Fólkvangr
Where beauteous Freyja lies in her meadow
Drying golden tears in the stream
Drinking of the sweetest mead
I serve only gentle Freyja

Valkyrie damsels garland string
Of flowers necklace and stone runes
Bells of smoke in fairy rings
Where fertile Freyja rests
On beds of eager kisses braided in repose
Luxurious flavors of the flesh
Eternal glory in her Spring

So speak not of Valhalla
For I only have eyes for my sweet maiden
Who in her soft abode awaits
As I shout in glory to heaven
“Fólkvangr forever!”