Early Morning   It's cold and the snow is whirling   Like a warning, a promising fate   But the king rests in peace on his sled   Hooves are pounding   So many thoughts in his head   All around him   What if he knows   He will never again go to bed      Find him   Run for your life   Only promise you'll find him   Throw him in boiling led      Nail down the traitor   Cross over the ice   Through the wind blows and the hate grows   Your thoughts will suffice      On the runner   Steering the sled and the mare   The assassin, full of suspense   With the king resting under the hide   Like a gunner   Hiding the axe in his coat   Our dunner, planning the deed   And he knows he must follow his guide      One hit,   One slash, one single blow.   The king,   The pain, the blood, the snow.      Hooves are pounding   So many thoughts in their heads   Out to find him, sure to succeed   For their king and their leader is dead.