Norway’s Home – Storm

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

Lyric Norway’s Home – Storm