En Konungs Död [English translation]

we see the embankment, we see the mount

we hear the wind singing a death tune

what was before, and what was after

When the grim reaper touches a king

(Ref)

A ruler, a Lord (1)

On a journey without end,

Marching on Fredrikstad

The king of jacks holds out

A ruler, a Lord

On a journey without end,

Marching on Fredrikstad

The king of jacks holds out

cannons coughing hail,

The sky tattered with fire

Forging intrigues, sketching plans

Setting up machinations

(Ref)

This Sunday evening ended quickly

The November month was short

With his hand laid on his sword,

So the King was quenched with fire

(Ref)

• Artist:Ultima Thule