Falconer

Blow your trumpets, let the feast begin.
Sing for us minstrels tonight.
Let the coronation shimmer and shine
in the golden sun so bright.
In a velvet mantle he takes the oath:
[Birger:]
-I will protect and serve my homeland
in the name of our lord.
Stand by me and we will prevail.
[The crowd:]
-Hail!