The Swords Of King Harald III
Remember this name
For it's laden with the fame
Of the warrior ruler
King Harald of Norway
The sovereign of lands
Swept by Nordic winds
The son of King Olaf
The bane of the Poles!
With five hundred at his side
King Harald sotmers to the fight!
Their swords gleaming silver
Striking like thunders of Thor!
Leader of the Varangs
Of the imperial guard
The scourge of Bulgaria
And the Eastern host!
The last of the Vikings
A true son of the North
His name shall be hailed
Throughout the eons long!
With five hundred at his side
King Harald sotmers to the fight!
Their swords gleaming silver
Striking like thunders of Thor!
Bloodlust is what drives him
Loyal to battle's call
Where the fray rages thick
No surrender, no shame!
He can hear songs of glory
An otherworldly melody
As he bleeds from his throat
'Pon Stamford Bridge
