Carolus Rex

   • A tale of Heroes  

Winter winds howl through the darkening sky,
Snow like steel on the Narva line.
Young king rises with a fire in his eyes—
Seventeen winters, born to command.
Thunder rolls from the Russian guns,
But we stand firm, the chosen ones.
No fear, no falter, just iron-bound will,
For Sweden’s glory, we march to kill.

Across the storm, their banners spread,
A sea of foes in coats of red.
Outnumbered four to one—yet we stand,
Steel in our hearts, fate in our hands.

Carolus Rex! Through the storm we ride!
With sword and flame at the young king’s side!
Defying the might of the eastern throne,
On Narva’s field, our courage is shown!
Carolus Rex! Let the thunder roar!
For Sweden’s crown, we fear no war!

Snowstorm rises like a ghostly shield,
Hiding our charge across the frozen field.
Drums explode with a northern cry—
“Break the line! Let the tyrants die!”
Steel meets bone as the wall is torn,
Their ranks shattered, broken, worn.
We carve a path through the crimson spray,
While the king rides first into the fray.

The raging storm becomes our cloak,
The sky itself with vengeance spoke.
The tsar’s grand host begins to fold,
Crushed by warriors forged in cold.

Carolus Rex! Through the storm we ride!
With sword and flame at the young king’s side!
Defying the might of the eastern throne,
On Narva’s field, our courage is shown!
Carolus Rex! Let the thunder roar!
For Sweden’s crown, we fear no war!

Frozen earth beneath our boots,
Cannons blazing at their roots.
A king born fierce, a nation proved—
By steel and storm the world is moved.
From darkness comes a blinding light—
Let history remember this night.

Carolus Rex! Through the storm we ride!
With sword and flame at the young king’s side!
Narva burns with the courage we own,
Against the tsar’s might, we stand alone!
Carolus Rex! Let the thunder roar!
The foe retreats—our lions soar!
Carolus Rex! Forever we stand—
The storm-born king of the northern land!