歌曲 | Harald Harfager |
歌手 | Rebellion |
专辑 | Sagas of Iceland |
作曲 : Eilen, Göttlich, Lulis | |
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 | |
In 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 |
zuò qǔ : Eilen, G ttlich, Lulis | |
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 | |
In 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 |