Taiga (Szwecja) - King of the Mountain

Awaiting
The end of spring
A date for summer’set
The word is out
The heralds shout
A new queen we’ll get

Welcome everyone to the royal wedding
Our king has far to long, been alone upon the throne
We promise you a feast, soaked in luxury
The youngest of ten sisters was chosen by our lord
The king of the mountain.
Flaxen hair
Oh so fair
Like a guiding light it shines
Rosy cheek
Old, rough and bleak
It’s strange how they combine

Welcome everyone to the royal wedding
Our king has far to long, been alone upon the throne
We promise you a feast, soaked in luxury
For the youngest of ten sisters who’s chosen by our lord
The king of the mountain

The wedding night approaches
And hundreds of red roses
Are sprinkled on the double bed
Soft white virgin skin
A fire burns within
They both anticipate the nights event
Cobweb, eiderdown
Of silk made night gown
A nice cozy pillow for a sweet head
Love is in the air
They’ll secure a family heir
Together now and forever, jubilant

But the farmer cries
Great sacrifice
To save his farm from harm
As gentleman-like
As an attack of a pike
The common trollish charm

Welcome everyone to the royal wedding
Our king has far to long, been alone upon the throne
We promise you a feast, soaked in luxury
For the youngest of ten sisters who’s chosen by our lord
The king of the mountain!