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 ♥♥♥♥ to the battle worn

Hail the dead and the goat that gives us ♥♥♥♥
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 ♥♥♥♥
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