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)