30 November

On the 30th of November is a day for a fallen king
A hero worth celebrating, with a wreath for memory's sake
With torches in hand we march for our hero king
Who led the Caroleans that fought against enemy lands

They fight, they fight for the red flag
We fight for the yellow and the blue
They fight, they fight for hate and anger
We fight for our love for our country

In me burns proudly a flame, warlike and of the same kind
As long ago Swedish Caroleans bore
In front of shields, dogs, and batons,
We proudly march with the flag in our hand
Ahead of us, the reds' songs can be heard, with the flame of hatred ablaze

We march towards 'Kungsan' in tight formation, stones and bottles raining down
The riots escalate on streets and in alleys, shattered windows, tear gas, and fires
But we have the right to honor our king, to lay a wreath there for memory's sake
But the scum tries to hinder our path, to see them there is only embarrassing to see