(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
1 | Calling |
2 | Oppi Fjellet |
3 | Noregsgard |
4 | Lokk |
5 | Mellom Bakkar Og Berg |
6 | Nagellstev |
7 | Villemann |
8 | Oppunder Skrent Og Villmark |
9 | Langt Borti Lia |
10 | Innferd |