Call the names of the foemen who've fallen   Let them be carried like seeds on the wind   Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed   Let them be jewels in the crown of our King      Gather the sheaves of harvest time lightly   Many a day will they strengthen our kin   Gather the sheaves of arrow shafts tightly   Many a battle their feathers will win      Call the names of the foemen who've fallen   Let them be carried like seeds on the wind   Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed   Let them be jewels in the crown of our king      Sharpen the blades of the ax worker's cutting   Many a timber will strengthen our hall   Sharpen the blades that are ready for blooding   Many a fray when the foemen will fall      Call the names of the foemen who've fallen   Let them be carried like seeds on the wind   Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed   Let them be jewels in the crown of our king      Fashion the spears for the winter month's hunting   Many a beast will they bring to the spit   Fashion the spears for the battle rush running   Many an army will fear where they hit      Call the names of the foemen who've fallen   Let them be carried like seeds on the wind   Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed   Let them be jewels in the crown of our king