Come shout come sing
of the great sea king
and the fame
that now hangs overhead
who once did sweep for the vanquish deep
and drove the world before him
(Chorus)
Where the sea king king rides
where the sea king dies
where the sea king rides
where the sea king dies
His deck was a throne
for the ocean lone
and the sea
was his park of pleasure
when he scattered in fear
the human deer
and rested when he had leisure
(Chorus)
His whole earth life
was a conquering strife
and he lived 'til his beard grew hoary
when he died at last
by his blood red mast and now he's lost in glory
Come shout, come sing
of the great sea king
and ride the track the he rode in
he sits at the head
of the mighty dead
at the red right hand of Odin
