We speak flames of gold and gunpowder
We don't fly on rugs but headwinds
Storm
Paganism fortifies its flag
No one shall flay my ancient land
The farmer shall shapen his axe again
Kingdom shines through
Years of dishonour and Christian times
Deadly inner strife
To hell with Muhammad and Muslims
Unforgivable customs
For it smoulders in after wartimes
The sun of Winter rise in the west
For those who burn our flag
Bastards
Felt Lords of testimony
Austerity for austerity now awakens soon
Norway