Vārdi: Ancient. Her Northern Majesty.

Her majesty is crying tears of ice cold rain.

I see my brazen brothers come to claim their hill and plane, They take my
hand and guide me to the walls of Stortinget.

Angered by the weak and ostentatious actions of leaders of our land.
Spitting on the vainglorious proclaimers of freedom to all that be as they
hold a worldwide banner shouting come and follow me.

Norway is the star to be followed. Her symmetry plain to see. We shall not
let her father into the popular amorphous sea, and with these words spoken
the end befell the lies.

And the promises have awoken the Northern son's vengeful eyes. I see the
promises begging on their knees in guilt and shame. So swiftly were they
silenced and once again the Vikings reign!

Now we shall live as one, brothers and sisters of pride. As we watch our
enemies sail away forgotten with the tide.

Her majesty shall raise her head, a beautiful example to all. The sons of
North have Norway in hand and never shall she fall!

[Solo - Aphazel]