Sigmundson's a large Lord
And with a two handed sword
He'll hack you down just like a tree
Because blood flows where Lord Sigmundson goes
And nobody blocks his blows

There's something about that two hand sword
You can't defend with sword and board
It can ruin your day
Sigmusnson can move it so well
That you think you a pell
And you want to run away.

He hates the flat siders
And when he sees their fighters
He goes out on a killing spree
Because blood flows where Lord Sigmundson goes
And nobody blocks his blows

He's both a Pirate and a Fat Guy
On the field he's not shy
He's just swinging away
He hacks down princes and kings
With his two handed swings
It just makes his day.

At the start his foes are thinking
He tired from too much Drinking
But they all die in misery
Because blood flows where Lord Sigmundson goes
And nobody blocks his blows

Lord Sigmundson is a Fat Guy in Sweden. On the field he fights with a great sword, calling all other weapons "toys for little boys." He's one of the funnest people I've ever encountered both on and off the field.