Let it be known, from lofty hall to furthest field,
The words of great King Steinarr of bright steel,
And Lydr, Queen, who bears the scarlet shield!
They would speak of this man who before them kneels:
Speak of Jack who goes no more a-viking,
Lest he our fierce justice goes inviting,
Jack now raises hammer, and anvil-striking!
When sword-blades are brandished and shields are battered,
Spear-shafts splintered and mail links scatter,
When bright armour breaks and banners lie tattered,
Know well that our tall helms ne'er will shatter!
For Jack, who goes no more a-viking,
Lest he our fierce justice goes inviting,
Forges helms with hammer, and anvil-striking!
Great skill has he shown with iron and steel,
Like Weland of old from Mimir, he is learning,
For his craft Weyland suffered - wounded in heel
So does this man fall afoul of earth, acid and burning,
Poor Jack, who goes no more a-viking,
Lest he our fierce justice goes inviting,
May he survive to wield hammer, and anvil-striking!
Let none proclaim us like Niðung, of greed and pride,
False King who would make proud Weyland a slave!
Royal-blooded are we, and great bounty we provide!
To noble servant here - who is lordly, not knave:
We give Jack, who goes no more a-viking,
Lest he our fierce justice goes inviting,
Award of Orion for anvil-striking!
Wording by Lord Dietrich von Sachsen
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