Her majesty is crying tears of ice cold rain.
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I see my brazen brothers come to claim their hill and plane, They take my
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hand and guide me to the walls of Stortinget.
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Angered by the weak and ostentatious actions of leaders of our land.
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Spitting on the vainglorious proclaimers of freedom to all that be as they
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hold a worldwide banner shouting come and follow me.
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Norway is the star to be followed. Her symmetry plain to see. We shall not
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let her father into the popular amorphous sea, and with these words spoken
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the end befell the lies.
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And the promises have awoken the Northern son's vengeful eyes. I see the
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promises begging on their knees in guilt and shame. So swiftly were they
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silenced and once again the Vikings reign!
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Now we shall live as one, brothers and sisters of pride. As we watch our
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enemies sail away forgotten with the tide.
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Her majesty shall raise her head, a beautiful example to all. The sons of
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North have Norway in hand and never shall she fall!
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(Solo - Aphazel)
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Her Northern Majesty
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