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.