1) On the northern rocks, With a polar fox, With a hungry wolf, Reigned our konung Ulf. King of northern land, In whose mighty hand Was the power and strength And our lives' length
Aaargh!!!
2) When his eyes looked And his mouth crooked Northern rocks could crack And some ships could wreck. When he threw a hammer It returned next summer! With his heavy sword Seemed like Asgaard lord.
Chorus:
Birds fly up in height To see the awesome sight Of the orphaned land Which lost its powerful hand King of northern land Lays far away in sand And his unholy soul Flies over northern pole
3) After hundred years The new king appears Seems like angry wolf Almost konung Ulf! He sits on throne and reigns But not much time remains Because the foreign land Has many place in sand...