Turisas

Word I bring
—From far up North!
Songs I sing
—From your nephew's court!
Convened Thing
—On the death of Harthacnut!
Proclaimed king
—And the Danes salute!
"End your exile! Your claim to the throne is strong!
Sweyn's your ally! Us 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 cannot spare."
This seems quite unfair!
"Can't you hear? My answer is NO!"
My Basileus, my emperor,
I have honorably served this kingdom
Sand I have won, and furthermore,
Blood of Saracens have flowed by my work of sword
My Basileus, my emperor,