Boiling Led

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.

Years of famine and years of sigh
Reaps our land that fell from crest
Creatures, serfs and men hanged high
Yet no remedy.

What will ever please our Gods?
Gather the chiefs and sages
What will save the tomorrow
From these Dark Ages.

Slay and sacrifice our king
Coat the statues with noble blood
Intensify the holy smoke
With a royal lamb.

Now neither your braves, your wise nor gold
So far renowned
Will be of aid now as the doomsday call
Now you must rise up to show the steel
Courage of your heart
And soon you'll raise your horn in Valhalla's hall.