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My father died when I was ten years old Many kings looked at my lands thriving to get a hold But I was old enough to hold a sword and strong enough to fight King Gandalf lost his life. Eystein's sons in cold earth they lie Now I am a mighty king broad lands I own Time has come to find a wife so lonely in my throne Gyda of Hardanger greater beauty eyes will never see My men you go and bade her greetings ask her to marry me Go and tell king Harald I will not marry him until he has subdued the whole of Norway For only than can he be called a great king I make the solemn vow that never shall I clip or comb my hair Until I have subdued the whole of Norway or if not have died in the attempt Letras de cancionesIn Orkedalen king Gryting was beat On his knees he prayed to be my man Eight battles I fought with the host I lead But now Drontheim is in my hand Arnvid and Audbjorn I met them on the waves Of their dragons there were many around But I was mad with anger my bloodlust ablaze And so I sent their ships to the ground I'm standing proud and tall Harald Halfager on your knees you fall United in my hand The king of Norway my fatherland Bow to the king of Norway's throne United the crown in his alone Now I will comb my hair A firm hand to lead the country on United to hold on hold and strong A king so young and fair I am the king and my word is the law Bow your head or you'll repent Eric the Red your freedom's no more Lay down your sword or leave my land Good men leave or good man die But the king stands proud and tall Grayskin you'll rule, son of mine Cause I can hear the Valkyrs call I'm standing proud and tall Harald Harfager on your knees you fall Bow to the king of Norway's throne United the crown in his alone Now I will comb my hair A firm hand to lead the country on United to hold on hold and strong A king so young and fair [Speech] Fresh from the battle field came in Dripping with blood the Norsemen's king With battered shield and blood smeared sword Slits one beside the shores of Stord With armour crushed and gashed sits he A grim and gastly sight to see And round about in sorrow stand The warriors of this gallant band In Odin's hall an empty place Stands for a king of Yngves race Go my Valkyries Odin said Go forth my angels of the dead Gondul and Skogul to the plain Drenched with the battles bloody rain And to the dying Harald tell Here in Valhal he shall dwell From Letras Mania