[Verse 1 On Skåne’s soil, where legends sleep, A mound of stones, the past runs deep. The carvings tell of ancient days, Of kings or myths in bronsåld’s haze. [Chorus Is there a king beneath the stone, Or just the echoes of the unknown? Through time and tide, the grave remains, Kivik’s secret, its whispers sustain. [Verse 2 The sun and ships upon the wall, Dancers rise, they hear the call. A chariot rolls through history’s fire, A story etched, a tale entire. [Bridge Through centuries, the earth held tight, The dreams of those who saw its light. Now pilgrims walk this sacred ground, A thousand years, its voice resounds. [Chorus Is there a king beneath the stone, Or just the echoes of the unknown? Through time and tide, the grave remains, Kivik’s secret, its whispers sustain. [Verse 3 Bronsåld’s pride, a beacon of lore, A glimpse of life in times of yore. From far and wide, they come to see, The mystery of Kivik’s legacy. [Outro So raise your gaze to the Nordic sky, Feel the past as it passes by. The grave endures, through fire and rain, Kivik’s legend, forever sustained.