Word I bring - from far up North Songs I sing - from you nephew's court Convened Ting - on the death of Harthacnut Proclaimed king - and the Danes salute End you exile - Your claim to the throne is strong Svein'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 Sand have I won, and furthermore Blood of Saracens have flowed by my work of sword My Basileus, my Emperor You have left me no choice but to escape Taking my men, and from the Horn We are breaking our way out after nightfall "This is insane, we're trapped in the sound!" Row for all you're worth, despair to mirth! "The chain will not break, there's no way around!" Over we shall go! So, hasten now, from stern to bow Tilt the galley over, for no emperor nor chain will stand in my way! Man the oars! Out to the sea! Bid farewell and wave goodbye Because gentlemen, we are heading home! Rising, a new rising New kingdos await New lands there to take Your son's heading home He's a viking, the last of The Vikings With chests full of gold Great tales to be told Your king's heading home