When this day is over
and our blood has dried
when the horns have sounded
and our foes have died

In halls of the fallen
all our hatred fades away
the stories start to come
hear our father say

boy, raise your glass now
toast the dead with me.
girl, sing the words how
their end came to be.

the names ride on the air
those left in the fall
leaving us behind there
heeding the fate's call

feel the fire at our cheeks
drink the spirits down
our hearts full, our thoughts raw
see our father frown

girl, raise your glass now
leave that sadness be
boy, sing the words how
they met with glory

in the storm we have made
come stand with me now
drown our tears in the rain
and toast the dawn loud