Storm

Ein dugal kar fra garden dro
Han fulgte furuas sus
Opp gjennom asen grastein han bar
Staut hans gange var
Svopt i morgengry
Under ein helnorsk himmel
Hans fotter traurig vandres hen
Mot sitt mal opp pa hoyden
Ein v?rbitt hand griper sverdet fatt
Og kloyver den blanende skalle
Hans kjeft den vrir seg i ulmende hat
Ufrender kommer at falle
Sa stod han der pa utkikkstopp
Hans oyne ei dei kviler
For han sokte reint eit syn
Men det ble ein grusom pine
Der blant norges skog og mark
Var fienden og f?l
Hans grimme sinn skulle vise dem
At norsonn han har nok at t?l
Ein v?rbitt hand griper sverdet fatt
Og kloyver den blanende skalle
Hans kjeft den vrir seg i ulmende hat
Ufrender kommer at falle
Norsonn tapte noregsgard
For ein «ansikt i» h?r
Stolt han var dan han kom igjen
For a kloyve denne sitt sverd
[Norways Home (translation)]
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 heights
A weatherbitten hand clutches the sword
And cleaves the bluemens heads
His mouth twist in smoldering hate
Unpeace will fall
Then he stood there on the look-out top
His eyes couldnt 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
A weatherbitten hand clutches the sword
And cleaves the bluemens heads
His mouth twist in smoldering hate
Unpeace will fall
The son of the north lost Norways home
To a «?» army
Proud he was when he returned
To cleave them with his sword
[ Noregsgard Lyrics ]