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Hail Harald Bluetooth's son
Sweyn, our great lord
Master of the high north
Fate of the kings of the north
Hail Harald Bluetooth's son
Sweyn, our noble lord
Master of the northern sea
When you become England's fate

High lord from Denmark, overlord of the north
Your army conquers all and fights for your honor
By Sweyn's banner we gather, Vikings of the north
On a raid we set out for Danegeld, to win English land

Hail Harald Bluetooth's son
Sweyn, our great lord
Master of the high north
Fate of the kings of the north
Hail Harald Bluetooth's son
Sweyn, our noble lord
Master of the northern sea
When you become England's fate

Your sister Gunhild they have killed, now you bring the message of death
Danegeld and blood money, must be paid as revenge
Our axes meet the enemy's flesh, they drown in blood and bile
Their screams in a blood frenzy drive us, their men and sons will fall

We quench the thirst for revenge, swiftly with the edge of our sword
Our battle cry rings loud, when England's king falls
Our banner flutters proudly at every battle we win
Sweyn the king-slayer, our brave Danish king

Hail Harald Bluetooth's son
Sweyn, our great lord
Master of the high north
Fate of the kings of the north
Hail Harald Bluetooth's son
Sweyn, our noble lord
Master of the northern sea
When you become England's fate

By the river you crush the cunning serpent and reclaim Norway
Master of the northern sea, Sweyn you are the lord of the north
And London Bridge it falls down, they burn it out of fear
When they see Sweyn Forkbeard's army ready by the Thames' shore

We quench the thirst for revenge, swiftly with the edge of our sword
Our battle cry rings loud, when England's king falls
Our banner flutters proudly at every battle we win
Sweyn the king-slayer, our brave Danish king

Hail Harald Bluetooth's son
Sweyn, our great lord
Master of the high north
Fate of the kings of the north
Hail Harald Bluetooth's son
Sweyn, our noble lord
Master of the northern sea
When you become England's fate