We kings want to have,
Rule over people and cattle,
Löfter the sword vört over you,
We are not afraid to see your blood.
[Chorus 1:]
Screams of pain and pleas for, a plea for distress.
You know your blood will flow.
Looking into your terror.
[Chorus 2:]
The sun has gone down behind trollfjell
And the darkness of the night rises pö.
We shall be your GOD,
A hear of Vikings,
And you shall obey our word.
Your weak soul for vör strong power.
[Repeat chorus 1:]
[Repeat chorus 2:]

INVIA LE CORREZIONI