Konung

Thousand trails I have passed
In my endless trip
Thousand scars I have found
In the quest of me
Dreamed of capture the whole world!
Was I wrong or was I right?

But I took my sword
And began the fight
Thousand lifes I have lived
I was king, I was god
But time has come...
has come...
And from the scratch I start.

Holding winter's breath
Deep inside myself
Cold mountains.

I feel the wind
I hear it's call
Northern countess.

It rises of new day
In the frost of my way
Vikings' prowess.

Thousand swords
Of our prowess
Viking's prowess
Legend's proud is my way
My way.

Thousand wars I have won
Loosing my dreams and friends
But I could not to stop
Thrist of conquering lands!
Thousand trails already passed
Now I am free. I am tired.

All in that I have trust
I could leave behind
Wind of cold northern lands
Heal me from my dark past
I returned at home
At home..
And I'm here at last!

I alt jeg har tillit til
vil jeg kunne forlate
Vinder av kaldt nordlys
Det heler meg fra min mørke fortid
Jeg returnerer hjem
og her er jeg, endelig.