From a land by faith infected Befouled by the christian cross Rose a warrior young but vicious Rebel-minded, absent flaws After exile in the eastlands As in battle overthrown He returned back to his homeland To reclaim his rightful throne
His kin had died in mystery The claim to the throne complete So unrivalled and unchallenged An unholy fury he unleashed Anyone in opposition Was destroyed during his feat With force he led his armies Crushed the foes under his feet
Hard Ruler, Hardrada His sword held high Long Live, Hardrada Submit... or die!
The western shores he longed for And set sail across the seas There joined with his brother So that Jórvik they would seize
The Earls of York in terror Sent forth their Saxon horde Outside the walls of Jórvik Challenged Hell with shield and sword Position weakly chosen With their backs against the Marsh Harald’s ground stood higher The Norse attack was swift and harsh
Retreat was not an option And defeat was high in thought But a ray of light appeared As backwards the Norse were fought Alas the clouds got darker And the Sun utterly spent For new troops of Viking power To the gates they made descent
The Norse shield, strong and mighty Tried to break but no avail Obliterated were the Saxons By the Lords of Axe and Ale And forever it shall be written Until Hel consumes us all How the Pagan sons of Odin Reigned on Britain with Axe and Maul