A king, courageous and proud.

Across the wild seas he sailed

through hard storms and black clouds

with men who could not fail.

Victory was in their tail.



Masters of the handling of steel

with a quenchless thirst for glory.

He ran into the hordes of foes

with his two hundred combatants only.



Better warriors than he had

can be very hard to find.

Even in the worst situations

they did not leave their king behind.



In the clash of arms

the blades shone brightly.

In the clash of metal

he earned his glory.



Loudly rang the ore's cold hearted songs.

Many men was brought up high

though it's he who for Valhall longs

yet, it's not his time to die.