Wondrous legends of men most mighty
and glorious fighting,
records of daring deeds,
of holy king Olaf I'm writing.

Vikings, their idols serving,
taught he to be more tender,
bidding them come to Christ,
their souls to the Virgin surrender.

Südland's sun on sea and beach
a soft light was shedding;
flowers and leaves began to peep
forth from their snowy bedding.

Into stone transformed he
uncouth giants often,
evil manners he rooted out,
hard hearts he dought to soften.

All the Ases he vanquished,
temple groves ignited,
and to ancient Norway 
he modern Europe united.

But his people sinful,
all his trust betraying,
slew him, and ever since
unto his shrine wander, for salvation praying.