The Return of the Viking King



My strength is failing fast
Said the sea-king to his men
I shall never sail the seas
Like a conqueror again

They have raised King Balder up
Put his crown upon his head
They have sheated his limbs in mail
And the purple o'er him spread

King of mighty men
We shall meet thee yet again
In Valhalla
With the monarchs of the sea

They have borne him to the ship
With a slow and solemn tread
They have placed him on the deck
With his crown upon his head

Underneath him in the hold
They had placed the lighted brand
And the fire was burning slow
As the vessel from the land

King of mighty men
We shall meet thee yet again
In Valhalla
With the monarchs of the sea

Wherever we sail
We await the return of the Viking king
Annarr sonr Odins er Baldr
Ok er fra honum gott at seyja

The Viking king

And the king with sudden strength
Started up and paced the deck
With his good sword for his staff
And his robe around his neck

So blow, ye tempests blow
And my spirit shall not quail
I have fought with many a foe
I have weathered many a gale

So blow, ye stormy winds
And ye flames ascend on high
In easy, idle bed
Let the slave and coward die

And Balder spoke no more
And no sound escaped his lip
And he looked, yet scarcely saw
The destruction of his ship

Once alone a cry arose
Half of anguish, half of pride
As he sprang upon his feet
With the flames on every side

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He is coming, the Viking king, unto Thor and Odin
The return, the return, the return of the Viking king

I am coming, said the king, where the swords and bucklers ring
Where the warrior lives again, where the souls of mighty men
King of mighty men, we shall meet thee yet again
In Valhalla, with the monarchs of the sea

I am coming, the Viking king, unto Thor and Odin
The return, the return, the return of the Viking king