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