Herr Nagell,S. Wongraven)(Sang/vox Nagell,Wongraven,Rueslеtten)
A strong guy from the farm went
he followed pine and breeze
up through the hills, greystone and wilderness
bold his steps was
Swathed in twilight
under a (completely) norwegian sky
his feet steadily wandered
towards their goal and upon heighs
A weatherbitten hand cluthes the sword
and cleaves the blumen`s heads
His mouth twist in smoldering hate
Unpeace will fall
Then he stood there on the look-out top
his eyes couldn`t rest
Because he sought a pure sight
but it became a cruel pain
There in the midst of norwegian forest and wilderness
His grim mind should show them
that a son of the north has lots of guts
The son of the north lost Norway`s home
Norway's Home
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