Word I bring - from far up North

 Songs I sing - from you nephew's court

 Convened Ting - on the death of Harthacnut

 Proclaimed king -  and the Danes salute



 End you exile - Your claim to the throne is strong

 Svein's your ally - The 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 can not spare!

 This seems quite unfair... - Can't you hear? My answer is NO!



 My Basileus, my Emperor

 I have honourably served this kingdom

 Sand have I won, and furthermore

 Blood of Saracens have flowed by my work of sword



 My Basileus, my Emperor

 You have left me no choice but to escape

 Taking my men, and from the Horn

 We are breaking our way out after nightfall



 "This is insane, we're trapped in the sound!"

 Row for all you're worth, despair to mirth!

 "The chain will not break, there's no way around!"

 Over we shall go! So, hasten now, from stern to bow



 Tilt the galley over, for no emperor nor chain will stand in my way!



 Man the oars! Out to the sea!

 Bid farewell and wave goodbye

 Because gentlemen, we are heading home!



 Rising, a new day rising

 New kingdoms await

 New lands there to take

 Your son's heading home



 He's a viking, the last of The Vikings

 With chests full of gold

 Great tales to be told

 Your king's heading home