A drunken fellow from the farm left
He followed the pines and hiss
Up through the ash, grass and field
Stout was his walk
Swept in the morning
Under an all-Norwegian sky< br/>His feet sadly wandered
Toward his goal and on high
A fierce hand grasps the sword
And cleaves the blamen's skull
His jaw twists in smoldering hatred
Unrest will fall
So he stood there on the lookout
His eyes didn't get any relief
For he was looking for a vision
But it became a cruel torment
There among Norway's forests and fields
His ugly mind would show them
That Norsonn he has enough of tael
Norsonn lost Norgsgard for a hare
Proud he was when he came back
For a kloyve dem med sits sverd
English translate: Norway's Home
A strong guy from the farm went
He followed pine and breeze
Up through the hills, greystone and wilderness< br/>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 an army
Proud he was when he returned
To cleave them with his sword

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