| Song | Harald Harfager |
| Artist | Rebellion |
| Album | Sagas of Iceland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : 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 |
| 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 |