Soaring high above woods and sea
Rays of sunset fill the air
Magic wings take him to the sky
Homeward bound lies his heart
I have suffered lust and greed
Bound and maimed, like a slave
Royal heads make royal cups
The princess I bless with child
In these ancient chambers of stone
Sounds of anvil and hammer still ring
Where the fires long since cold
Still spark legends for ages to come
Elven-lord he's called, master smith
Tamer of sacred flames
From his smithy magic springs
Swords of heroes - high renown
Dragon-slayer, Sigurd's sword
Armour for the Geat-king
Skalds will tell heroes' tales
Forged by song and steel
In these ancient chambers of stone
Sounds of anvil and hammer still ring
Where the fires long since cold
Still spark legends for ages to come
In these ancient chambers of stone
Sounds of anvil and hammer still ring
Where the fires long since cold
Still spark legends for ages to come