For Kung Och Fosterland - Vintersorg

Sjalafrander, norden rungar
Vapenbroder vid Svea strand
Stridskamraters kamprop ljungar
For upphojd kung och fosterland

Ett harnadstag svor ed
I tatt uppsl_tna led
Till den alda hembygdsprakt
Till moder jords omdromda trakt

Fran korpgudslarans borg
Och norrskenrikets horg
Trofasthetens frejd
Gots i brost for strid och fejd

Med oblid eldsblick de betraktar
Hjaltelandets offerbal
Den sammansvurna haren vaktar

Nu segervissa lag
Till taktfast trummas slag
Styr stolta Naglfar
Pa vikingsfard de vreda drar
I djarva stormars fang
Fylld av tordonsang
Av forna gudar kront
De, som ledsjarnan utront

Nar fiende fallit, varhelst de an finnes
Konungen kallar mannarna till
Nar norden omnamnes, smarta minnes
Ty bloddrankta bredsvard ar vart sigill

Ett harnadstag svor ed
I tatt uppsl_tna led
Till den alda hembygdsprakt
Till moder jords omdromda trakt

Fran korpgudslarans borg
Och norrskenrikets horg
Trofasthetens frejd
Gots i brost for strid och fejd

[English translation:]

For King And Native Country

Soul kin, the north thunders
Weapon brethren at Svea's1 shore
Battle comrades' warcries resound
For exalted king and native country

A war procession swore oath
In closely rallied ranks
To the glory of the noble native country
To mother earth's dreamed land
From the castle of the faith of the raven god2
And the altar of the realm of the northern lights
The reputation of faithfulness
Was infused in chest for battle and feud

With unkind fire gaze they behold
The sacrificial pyre of the land of heroes
The sworn-together army guards
The shore with blood serpent steel

Now victory-certain companies
To steady drum beats
Steers proud Naglfar
On viking journey they wrathful go
In the arms of bold storms
Filled with thunder song
Crowned by ancient gods
They, who the lodestar has ascertained

When foe has fallen, wherever they are found
The king calls the men to him
When the north is mentioned, pain is remembered
For blood soaked broadswords is our seal

A war procession swore oath
In closely rallied ranks
To the glory of the noble native country
To mother earth's dreamed land
From the castle of the faith of the raven god
And the altar of the realm of the northern lights
The reputation of faithfulness
Was infused in chest for battle and feud

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