Текст (слова) песни «Norway's Home»

(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 wildernessHis 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