| Come Skald sit thee with us |
| And tell us of the past |
| The deeds of viking warriors |
| In your songs they’ll ever last |
| We long to hear of Hakon, |
| The Earl of Norway’s shores |
| Or how he killed the Gravskin |
| And stood the Jomsburg force |
| He was born the son of Sigurd, |
| His father stabbed by royal hands |
| He escaped and turned a viking, |
| His frame spread across the lands |
| And on the day he faced the Gravskin, |
| Anger wished just like a burning flood |
| Hakon the maker of widows taking lives |
| As his blade drinks blood |
| The fish return now into the fjord, |
| The harvest rich Hakon we hail thy sword |
| Raising temples where a church did stand. |
| Odin smiles to praise the land |
| Sword in the storm, the rock in the battle |
| Hakon you stand and be Odin thy guide |
| Strong be thy arm, oh sword in the storm |
| Thor grant you strength to defend what is right |
| And when the viking of the Jomsburg |
| Set their sails against our shores |
| Strong in numbers famous heroes, |
| Hakon you fought them to the core |
| And in the middle of the bloodshed, |
| Standing strong I saw your hands reach for the sky |
| Calling for help in the turmoil, |
| Odin took your son as a sacrifice |
| The fish return now into the fjord, |
| The harvest rich Hakon we hail thy sword |
| Raising temples where a church did stand. |
| Odin smiles to praise the land |
| Sword in the storm, the rock in the battle |
| Hakon you stand and be Odin thy guide |
| Strong be thy arm, oh sword in the storm |
| Thor grant you strength to defend what is right |
| But in the end of people asked |
| For the reign of a Christian king |
| Betraying Hakon they soon forgot |
| The good his rule did bring |
| In his sleep, killed by a thrall |
| A hero’s bitter end |
| Trygve’s son was to succeed |
| To rule the Northern Land |