Konungens likfärd [Long Live the King] [English translation]

Death stood at the door, on that cold winter night

Deeds of life, it was written, as his fate caught up with him

Who will lead us now, in a time coming to its end

We lost our king, our sorrow is heavy, as the end of his reign nears

Did the shot come from his own men? Perhaps it did...

Three hundred years, and nobody knows the secret of his death

Death is at the kingdom's edge, the dream turned into sand, long live Carolus

Carried home by hand, back to Svealand1, long live Carolus Rex

The march goes towards Sweden, there is no song in our rows

We carry our king home, over mountains and over wastelands

How should we remember then, was he a hero or not ?

Folly or heroism, yes, this you should ask yourself

The last journey

A new time is drawing near

Shall there finally be peace?

But we will never be what we once were

1. Svealand is the historical core region of Sweden.