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

to a _ army

Proud he was when he returned

to cleave them with his sword