World I bring - from afar up north
Songs I sing - from you nephew's court
Convened ting - on the death of harthacnut
Proclaimed king - and the danes salute

End your exile - you claim to the throne is strong
Svent's your ally - the swedes will fight along

Norway awaits me - it's time to cross the north sea
First I must break free- we could ask constantine

I'm needed elsewhere - no way, my troops I can not spare!
This seems quite unfair... - can't you hear? my answer is no!

My basileus, my emperor
I have honourably served this kingdom
Sands have I won, and furthemore
Blood of saracencs have flowed by my work of sword

My basileus, my emperor
You have left me no choice but escape
Taking my men, and from the horn
We are breaking uor way out after nightfall

"this is insane, we're trapped in the sound "
Row for all're worth, dispair to mirth!
"the chain will not break, there's no way around! "
Over we shall go! so, hasten now, from stern to blow

Tilt the galley over, for no emperor not chain will stand in my way!

Man the oars " out to the sea!
Big farewell and wave godbye
Because gentlemen, we are heading home!

Rising, a new day rising
New kingdoms await
New lands there to take
You son's heading home

He's a viging, the last of the vikings
With chests full of gold
Great tales to be told
Your king's heading home