Come Skald sit thee with us
and tell us of the past
The deeds of viking warriors
in your songs they'll ever last
We long to hear of Hakon,
the Earl of Norway's shores
Of how he killed the Grayskin
and stood the Jomsburg force
He was born the son of Sigurd,
his father stabbed by royal hands
He escaped and turned a viking,
his fame spread across the lands
And on the day he faced the Grayskin,
anger washed just like a burning flood
Hakon the maker of widows taking lives
as his blade drinks blood
The fish return now into the fjord,
the harvest rich Hakon we hail thy sword
Raising temples where a church did stand.
Odin smiles to praise the land
Sword in the storm, the rock in the battle
Hakon you stand and be Odin thy guide
Strong be thy arm, oh sword in the storm
Thor grant you strength to defend what is right
And when the vikings of the Jomsburg
set their sails against our shores
Strong in numbers famous heroes,
Hakon you fought them to the core
And in the middle of the bloodshed,
standing strong I saw your hands reach for the sky
Calling for help in the turmoil,
Odin took your son as a sacrifice
The fish return now into the fjord,
the harvest rich Hakon we hail thy sword
Raising temples where a church did stand.
Odin smiles to praise the land
Sword in the storm, the rock in the battle
Hakon you stand and be Odin thy guide
Strong be thy arm, oh sword in the storm
Thor grant you strength to defend what is right
But in the end of people asked
for the reign of a christian king
Betraying Hakon they soon forgot
the good his rule did bring
In his sleep, killed by a thrall
a hero's bitter end
Trygve's son was to succeed
to rule the Northern Land
and tell us of the past
The deeds of viking warriors
in your songs they'll ever last
We long to hear of Hakon,
the Earl of Norway's shores
Of how he killed the Grayskin
and stood the Jomsburg force
He was born the son of Sigurd,
his father stabbed by royal hands
He escaped and turned a viking,
his fame spread across the lands
And on the day he faced the Grayskin,
anger washed just like a burning flood
Hakon the maker of widows taking lives
as his blade drinks blood
The fish return now into the fjord,
the harvest rich Hakon we hail thy sword
Raising temples where a church did stand.
Odin smiles to praise the land
Sword in the storm, the rock in the battle
Hakon you stand and be Odin thy guide
Strong be thy arm, oh sword in the storm
Thor grant you strength to defend what is right
And when the vikings of the Jomsburg
set their sails against our shores
Strong in numbers famous heroes,
Hakon you fought them to the core
And in the middle of the bloodshed,
standing strong I saw your hands reach for the sky
Calling for help in the turmoil,
Odin took your son as a sacrifice
The fish return now into the fjord,
the harvest rich Hakon we hail thy sword
Raising temples where a church did stand.
Odin smiles to praise the land
Sword in the storm, the rock in the battle
Hakon you stand and be Odin thy guide
Strong be thy arm, oh sword in the storm
Thor grant you strength to defend what is right
But in the end of people asked
for the reign of a christian king
Betraying Hakon they soon forgot
the good his rule did bring
In his sleep, killed by a thrall
a hero's bitter end
Trygve's son was to succeed
to rule the Northern Land