'All the old gods are dead, br All the wild warlocks fled; br But the White Christ lives and reigns, br And throughout my wide domains br His Gospel shall be spread!' br On the Evangelists br Thus swore King Olaf. br br But still in dreams of the night br Beheld he the crimson light, br And heard the voice that defied br Him who was crucified, br And challenged him to the fight. br To Sigurd the Bishop br King Olaf confessed it. br br And Sigurd the Bishop said, br 'The old gods are not dead, br For the great Thor still reigns, br And among the Jarls and Thanes br The old witchcraft still is spread.' br Thus to King Olaf br Said Sigurd the Bishop. br br 'Far north in the Salten Fiord, br By rapine, fire, and sword, br Lives the Viking, Raud the Strong; br All the Godoe Isles belong br To him and his heathen horde.' br Thus went on speaking br Sigurd the Bishop. br br 'A warlock, a wizard is he, br And lord of the wind and the sea; br And whichever way he sails, br He has ever favoring gales, br By his craft in sorcery.' br Here the sign of the cross br Made devoutly King Olaf. br br 'With rites that we both abhor, br He worships Odin and Thor; br So it cannot yet be said, br That all the old gods are dead, br And the warlocks are no more,' br Flushing with anger br Said Sigurd the Bishop.