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Have they noticed that the country has gone without a king
The loss of this city is great in such a war
Hard times have been for the country
But everything is still the old one
Then e The devil he believes in he swears
With his means and arts
But the devil is like this still gives time
But in the end only betrayal
Against Sverre Priest then must be killed
Staole shakje neri slirao kvila
Equal-handed ke so before we are killed
Let the Saongdöledne rule over their own kingdom
The gods promise me to fao the victory in port
Will not I bear the name of king in such a country
Where lausons claim crowns
With weapons in hand
Then it is unaccustomed to exchange food for dogs and rams
Irish deeds the conscience his rides
No misery undone then stings
Compensation then may be the price is a soul
It is expensive then to ravage Christian lands with fire