The old folk sing of the wolf A man whose fate was unknown Living with kings and queens in the north Proving his strength to the world He enters the halls, the beast lies awake Waiting to fight till the end He leaps in the air, no blades and no fear Tearing a limb from the troll You can try to run back home But you're running out of life The low-lying marshes will be the place Where you'll die The following night, warriors asleep The beast lurks in seek of revenge Tracking her back, to under a lake The enemy seems to prevail You can try to kill me now But I'm here to take your life The bottom of this swamp will be the place Where you'll die Signs of glory The warrior has returned Fear no evil I'll protect the northern lands With the ancient sword He became a hero, the king of the geats Ruling his people in peace A rampaging dragon came burning their homes Alongside his men he would fight All my men have run back home But I'll fight until I die With a strike at an open wound The spitting fire beast is no longer alive The old folk sing of the king A warrior burned with his sins Slayer of dragons and beasts in the north His barrow stands by the sea