To the hero that fell with a sword in his hand,
and at the doors of Valhalla he made his stand.
To the tigress mother who for her cubs she fell,
and at the pearly gates she rang the bell.
To the unsung heroes who stood their ground,
a toast to them and another round.

This ones to you oh bravest knight,
who met his ending with a heart of might,
though they don't know you or sing your fame,
I know you well I speak your name,
may the gods grant you all your heart desires,
and may your noble deeds never expire.

Though you fought great you fell with honor,
and to the afterlife you went as donor.
Know well your actions were not in vain,
and on the map of history you've left your stain.
Rest for now you courageous defender,
for while the fight lives on we shall never surrender.