Текст песни STORM - Norway's Home
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Текст песни STORM - Norway's Home
Herr Nagell,S. Wongraven)(Sang/vox Nagell,Wongraven,Rueslеtten)A strong guy from the farm wenthe followed pine and breezeup through the hills, greystone and wildernessbold his steps wasSwathed in twilightunder a (completely) norwegian sky( )his feet steadily wanderedtowards their goal and upon heighsA weatherbitten hand cluthes the swordand cleaves the blumen`s headsHis mouth twist in smoldering hateUnpeace will fallThen he stood there on the look-out tophis eyes couldn`t restBecause he sought a pure sightbut it became a cruel painThere in the midst of norwegian forest and wildernessHis grim mind should show themthat a son of the north has lots of gutsThe son of the north lost Norway`s home