Sacrifice the King Lyrics

A crowned head, not in battle slain
Still was soaking red with blood
His throat slit, by the ritual knife
To bring good seasons to the land

Sacrifice the King
His blood for Freyr
Til árs ok friðar

Sacrifice the King
His blood for Þórr
Til árs ok friðar

The first autumn
they sacrificed oxen,
but the next season
was not better.
The following autumn
they sacrificed men,
but that one
was even worse.

His blood was sprinkled on idols
Depicting our highest gods
The Allfather, Þórr and Freyr
May the good harvests return!

Sacrifice the King!
His blood for Freyr
Til árs ok friðar!

Sacrifice the King!
His blood for Óðinn
Til árs ok friðar!
The third autumn
the chieftains resolved
to offer the king
for good seasons,

They assaulted
and killed the cursed king
and sprinkled the stalle of the gods
with his blood.