Exiled King

Bred 'neath the Norðurljós and Raised amongst bloodshed Fled my homeland Leaving footprints of red Bleeding the Nomads On the steppes of the East Warrior poet, the last Of a dying breed I shall strive for glory Lay your swords down before me Exiled king Vengeance I'll bring Cutting down all who oppose me Cleaving through the unknown with Thews hewn from stone Tearing my course through history Exiled king Vengeance I'll bring Forging my empire of the sea Odin guide me To Miklagard we rode For plunder and wine Palaces looted With rage and rapine Carved out a fortune With the blood of my foes To make my stand where I once was deposed Raiding the coastlines Our warhorns will sing Strike fear in the hearts Of bastard Saxon kings They shall weep at my arrival Splitting skulls of every rival Bathed in blood, encloaked in glory Corpses heaped for all the gods to see Look now to your coastline And tremble with dread The sun will soon set over The mounds of your dead Blood soaking ground Claimed by its rightful lord Your wives and your sons and Your daughters put to the sword This conspiracy To usurp me Finally ends this day All of Mercia Shall bleed Bleed unto me Clashing of steel rings Through meadows stained red Wounded, on all sides I slog through the dead Arrows are flying They pierce as I slay Through thigh and through throat I’ll reach Valhalla this day I shall murder as I die Howling my final battle cry Odin guide me home Exiled King Vengeance did sing He fought with valour as he died Exiled King Hardrada slain Go now with Odin by your side