Over the ocean and over land
After all the tours
We have earned our seats in Oden's glorious hall
Here we sit
At the feast, a cold drink in our horns
Heidrun's the one that gives the mead to the battle worn

Hail the dead and the goat that gives us mead
On the roof she's gnawing Lärad's leaves
Fills the vat with a drink that is so sweet
One and the same
Heidrun is her name
Hail the dead and the goat that gives us mead
On the roof top gnawing Lärad's leaves
Fills the vat to the brim with a drink so sweet
Worthy of fame
Heidrun is her name