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.