Let me tell you what has happened:
On Moster Tryggvason's ships have gone ashore.
Mass in the night and burning torches.
Iron are being melted, beacons are burning.
Over hills and vallyes the message is carried.
Farmers from north and south have heard of this man.
He wants to win the people and defeat Håkon.
And open their eyes so all men might see:
That sacrifice to old gods is a sin on this earth.
That the norse altars must be burnt wereever people live.
That those who will not be baptised must be beheaded with swords,
And with Satan in Hell they will end!
Time will show were our path lies,
What is our direction, is our course steady?
Will I meet winter, or will I meet spring?
Free I want to live, Free I want to die!
I look out to the coast where the sea comes in,
And feel the vind brush my face and my cheek.
As long as the waves are crashing and the hills still stand,
Nobody owns the truth to were the dead are headed!
Is sacrifice to old gods is a sin on this earth?
Must the norse altars must be burnt wereever people live?
Must those who will not be baptised must be beheaded with swords,
And with Satan in Hell will they end?