If I'm damned, I'll dance at my funeral
In heeled boots and a dress, slit down to my navel.
One last display of all that I am, and all that I lack.

Life is for living, death renders us strangers,
let me go out with the biggest of bangs.

No time for mourning, let's have a party
we'll remember for hours on end.

Acknowledge our past, but look to the future.
The battle has only begun.

When the Gjallarhorn blows,
I know where I'll be standing,
I've chosen my side for Vigrid.

Dead men tell no tales,
Dead women have no cares.
Where I'm going, I'll carry on speaking, carry on caring.