It was not last year but the year before
out in Saint Olavs place of reign,
I plan to take the kings life
very late on a christmas evening
I took the king on my back,
I thought I were young
but as I came in Durahall
there I fell so heavy I was.
Forward then came the consecrator
there was no way around it
he cut me tilted on my head
Am I not made holy yet?
He cut me tilted on my head
but was not finished torturing me
splashed after me holy water
I still feel it burning
They splashed fire and myrrh
and the consecrator watered wide.
The consecrator came where I stood
and burned me.
They splashed fire and myrrh
and the consecrator watered wide.
The consecrator came where I stood
and burned me.
The sense on their land was
that I was of no threat,
suddenly I bounced the belt of the kings back
and was then put far down below earth.