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 twohundred 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.