Texty písní 3 Inches of Blood

3 Inches of Blood

The Great Hall of Feasting

As the day breaks and the battle hour approaches

Many cries will echo through the hills

Be not afraid your sacrifice is not in vain

The God's reward for dying with your sword in hand

Roaring fires, strumming lyrics

Clean the blood stain from you

Blade before coming in

Enter the massive feasting hall

Above the roar, tales are told of war

And heroes lost forever

Your name will live in song on high and down below

Your kills in fighting have earned your special place

Mentioned in the same breath as all heroes past

A statue of your likeness, revered forever more

Flagons clank, and beers are drank

In the mighty hall

Tales are told of woe

In the might hall

The goats are roasted slow

In the mighty hall

Let us sing the songs of old

In the mighty hall

All sound a mighty SKÅL

In the great feasting hall, splendor of all

Die in battle do us proud