The Great Escape

Word I bring from far up North

Songs I sing from you nephew's court

Convened Ting on the death of Harthacnut

Proclaimed king and the Danes salute

End you exile Your claim to the throne is strong

Svein's your ally The Swedes will fight along

Norway awaits me It's time to cross the north sea

First I must break free We could ask Constantine

I'm needed elsewhere No way' my troops I can not spare

This seems quite unfair Can't you hear My answer is NO

My Basileus' my Emperor

I have honourably served this kingdom

Sand have I won' and furthermore

Blood of Saracens have flowed by my work of sword

My Basileus' my Emperor

You have left me no choice but to escape

Taking my men' and from the Horn

We are breaking our way out after nightfall

"This is insane' we're trapped in the sound "

Row for all you're worth' despair to mirth

"The chain will not break' there's no way around "

Over we shall go So' hasten now' from stern to bow

Tilt the galley over' for no emperor nor chain will stand in my way

Man the oars Out to the sea

Bid farewell and wave goodbye

Because gentlemen' we are heading home

Rising' a new rising

New kingdoms await

New lands there to take

Your son's heading home

He's a viking' the last of The Vikings

With chests full of gold

Great tales to be told

Your king's heading home