Sabaton — Konungens Likfärd song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Konungens Likfärd" by Sabaton.
Lyrics
Döden stod för dörren, denna kalla vinternatt
Bragd om livet, stod det skrivet, när hans öde hann ifatt
Vem skall oss nu leda, i en tid som runnit ut Mist vår kung, vår sorg är tung, när hans styre tagit slut
Kom skottet fr¨n hans egen här, tanken tär
Trehundra år och ingen vet, hans döds hemlighet
Död vi rikets rand, drömmen rann ut i sand, leve Carolus
Buren hem för hand, åter till Svealand leve Carolus Rex.
Marschen går mot Sverige, inga sånger i vårt led
Bär vår konung hemåt än över berg och över hed
Hur skall vi då minnas, var han hjälte eller ej
Dårskap eller hjältemod, ja det skall du fråga dig
Sista färden
Ny tid nalkas
Skall det ätnligen bli fred
Men vi blir aldrig det vi en gång var
Long Live The King
Dreams are seldom shattered, by a bullet in the dark
Rulers come and rulers go, will our kingdom fall apart?
Who shall we now turn to, when our leaders lost their heart?
Lives are lost but at what cost, will the grand dream fall apart?
Killed by his own or by his foes, turned the tide
300 years still no one knows, the secret remains
Broken dreams so grand, sing of his final stand, long live Carolus
Brought by soldiers hand, back to the fatherland, long live Carolus Rex
Brought him back to Sweden, where we put him in a chest
Years of war and agony, now the king can finally rest
What will be uncovered, from that cold November night
Fredrikshald, what happened there, will it ever come to light?
For their honor
For their glory
For the men who fought and bled
A soldier from Sweden remembers the dead
Lyrics translation
Death stood at the door, this cold winter night
Brought about life, it was written, when his fate caught up
Who will lead us now, in a time that has run out our king, our sorrow is heavy, when his rule has come to an end
Come the shot from his own here, the tank is eating
Three hundred years and no one knows, the secret of his death
Dead we Kingdom rand, The Dream ran out of sand, Long Live Carolus
Carried home by hand, back to Svealand long live Carolus Rex.
The march goes towards Sweden, no songs in our ranks
Carry our king home over mountains and over Moors
How, then, should we remember, was he a hero or not
Foolishness or heroism, yes, you will ask
Last trip
New time is approaching
Will there ever be peace
But we'll never be what we once were
Long Live The King
Dreams are seldom shattered, by a bullet-in-the-dark
Rulers come and rulers go, will our kingdom fall apart?
Who shall we now turn to when our leaders lost their heart?
Lives are lost but at what cost will the grand dream fall apart?
Killed by his own or by his foes, turned the tide
For 300 years still no one knows the secret remains
Broken dreams so grand sing of his final stand, long live Carolus
Brought by soldiers hand back to the fatherland, long live Carolus Rex
Brought him back to Sweden where we put him in a chest
Years of war and agony, now the king can finally rest
What will be uncovered, from that cold November night
Fredrikshald, what happened there, will it ever come to light?
For their honor
For their glory
For the men who fought and bled,
A soldier from Sweden remembers the dead