The Great Escape

Word I bring (From far up North)
 Songs I sing (From your nephew's court)
 Convened Thing (On the death of Harthacnut)
 Proclaimed king (And the Danes salute)
 "End your exile? Your claim to the throne is strong
 Sweyn's your ally? Us 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 cannot spare"
 This seems quite unfair "Can't you hear? My answer is no"
 My Basileus, my emperor, I have honorably served this kingdom
 Sand I have 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 hall, 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 shall we 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 sea
 Bid farewell and wave goodbye
 Because gentlemen
 We are heading home
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 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, new tales to be told
 Your king's heading home