| 作曲 : Aphazel, Thorne | |
| 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) |
| zuo qu : Aphazel, Thorne | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Aphazel, Thorne | |
| 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 |
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