In the shadows of the forests deep, Where the rivers run and the mountains sleep. A hero rises, fierce and riled, With fire in his heart, untamed and wild. The people call, and Dacke stands, A farmer’s son with a warrior's hands. Against the crown, he makes his vow, For freedom’s flame, he fights it now. Oh, Nils Dacke, the people's knight, Leading them through the darkest night. Against the tyrant, against the throne, For tilling folk, for land of their own. Rise, oh rise, for freedom’s call, Dacke stands for one and all. Across the fields and forests wide, Against Vasa’s men, they march with pride. The landsknechts looking strong and cold, But Dacke’s courage won't be sold. In every heart, a fire burns, For the day when freedom returns. The king's gold may blind, his power sway, But Dacke shows another way. Oh, Nils Dacke, the people's knight, Leading them through the darkest night. Against the tyrant, against the throne, For common folk, for lives of their own. Rise, oh rise, for freedom’s call, Dacke stands for one and all. Through forests thick and fields untamed, They fight for rights the king defamed. With every step, with every cry, Dacke’s name will never die. Though storms may break, though armies fall, The spirit of Dacke echoes for all. In Smålands soil, his roots run deep, In every soul, his memory keeps. Oh, Nils Dacke, the people's knight, Leading them through the darkest night. Against the tyrant, against the throne, For all who fight for homes of their own. Rise, oh rise, for freedom’s call, Dacke stands for one and all. So tell the tale and raise a cheer, For Dacke’s fight, for hearts sincere. In every land, let voices sing, Of Dacke’s stand against the king.
