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Norwegian King arrives on English shores,
âRuthlessâ his name; and Fulford Gate it falls.
Now silence reigns over a bloodied field,
At Stamford Bridge there was no chance to yield.
Their shattered shields no longer stand in line.
Glorious dead in Valhalla now dine.
On ravenâs wings they came here in Odinâs name.
Oath-sworn to serve their Lord; death was their last reward.
Hardrada, you and your armada,
Experienced disaster,
Your men they died for you.
Hardrada, Norwegians call you master,
But hear the Saxon laughter,
Your men they died,
And you died too.
Three hundred ships set sail to bring his war,
At battleâs end they need but twenty-four.
On ravenâs wings they came here in Odinâs name.
Oath-sworn to serve their Lord; death was their last reward.
Hardrada, you and your armada,
Experienced disaster,
Your men they died for you.
Hardrada, Norwegians call you master,
But hear the Saxon laughter,
Your men they died,
And you died too.
All hail the King x 4
All hail the King x 4
Hardrada, you and your armada,
Experienced disaster,
Your men they died for you.
Hardrada, Norwegians call you master,
But hear the Saxon laughter,
Your men they died,
And you died too. x 2