Harald Harfager

My father died when I was ten years old

Many kings looked at my lands trying to get a hold

But I was old enough to hold a sword and strong enough to fight

King Gandalf lost his life. Eystein's sons in cold earth they lie

Now I am a mighty king broad lands I own

Time has come to find a wife, so lonely is my throne

Gyda of Hardanger greater beauty eyes will never see

My men you go and bade her greetings ask her to marry me

Go and tell king Harald I will not marry him until he has subdued the whole of Norway

For only than can he be called a great king

I make the solemn vow that never shall I clip or comb my hair

Until I have subdued the whole of Norway or if not have died in the attempt

In Orkedalen, king Gryting was beat

On his knees he prayed to be my man

Eight battles I fought with the host I lead

But now Drontheim is in my hand

Arnvid and Audbjorn I met them on the waves

Of their dragons there were many around

But I was mad with anger my bloodlust ablaze

And so I sent their ships to the ground

I'm standing proud and tall

Harald Halfager on your knees you fall

United in my hand

The king of Norway my fatherland

Bow to the king of Norway's throne

United the crown in his alone

Now I will comb my hair

A firm hand to lead the country on

United to hold on hold and strong

A king so young and fair

I am the king and my word is the law

Bow your head or you'll repent

Eric the Red your freedom's no more

Lay down your sword or leave my land

Good men leave or good man die

But the king stands proud and tall

Gravskin you'll rule, son of mine

Cause I can hear the Valkyrs call

I'm standing proud and tall

Harald Harfager on your knees you fall

Bow to the king of Norway's throne

United the crown in his alone

Now I will comb my hair

A firm hand to lead the country on

United to hold on hold and strong

A king so young and fair

Bow to the king of Norway's throne

United the crown in his alone

Now I will comb my hair

A firm hand to lead the country on

United to hold on hold and strong

A king so young and fair

Fresh from the battle field came in

Dripping with blood the Norsemen's king

With battered shield and blood smeared sword

Slits one beside the shores of Stord

With armour crushed and gashed sits he

A grim and gastly sight to see

And round about in sorrow stand

The warriors of this gallant band

In Odins hall an empty place

Stands for a king of Yngves race

Go my valkyries Odin said

Go forth my angels of the dead

Gondul and Skogul to the plain

Drenched with the battles bloody rain

And to the dying Harald, tell

Here in Valhalla he shall dwell