In a country far away a boy stood 
weeping near his mother’s grave 
weeping near his father’s tomb 
For king he was in this place of sorrow
He took his horse and rode out 
To fight in honour of those who are dead 

He was the strongest man ever to see 
Killed those miserable villains
Burned their homes down to ashes
Praised by gods, may he never die 
But none will live forever 
And a warrior knows but a short life 

For king he was in a place of sorrow
He took his horse and rode out 
To fight in honour of those who are dead 

In a gloomy lantern on the rocks 
Blows a silent mourning candle 
They say his death was in vain 
They say he has died a coward’s dead 
But it is far away from true 
Listen to the story I recount 

For king he was in a place of sorrow
He took his horse and rode out 
To fight in honour of those who are dead 

He was the bravest man ever to see 
Kept on struggling to survive 
Kept on fighting like a bear 
When an arrow had stranded in his heart 
In an icy tomb he lays 
But reigning he is in the halls of the brave

For king he was in a place of sorrow
He took his horse and rode out 
To fight in honour of those who are dead