Rösets Kung

A robber rode through the dense forest
Wounded, he fled, bleeding enough
With soldiers on the hunt, close behind
Over the ancient cairn, familiar to his mind

As darkness took a massive shape
It thundered in the mountain where giants dwell
Everything then happened according to the robber's plan
Over the ridge one rides only by day

The giant offered, as he emerged from his mound
A dreadful death, awakening an ancient being
The ground lay red as dawn approached
Where a human son was crushed by the king of the cairn

Then he heard the screams from the soldiers' mouths
On the ground, they met a slow end
The thief fled with pale white hair
But never again will he go to the ridge

In the night, they may wander as the cairn's ghosts
The robber's stallion gallops down the path

The giant offered, as he emerged from his mound
A dreadful death, awakening an ancient being
The ground lay red as dawn approached
Where a human son was crushed by the king of the cairn

The thief fled with pale white hair
But never again will he go to the ridge