Then a bright night descended Over mountains and fjords In the moonlight a large and stunning bay On the hillside one orphan sat by a fire And whispered in the night He reminisced the devastating night When the farms were burned to the ground One by one were they defiled A carnage he forever would despise But to him were nothing to happen again The orphan set patiently ready to kill As darkness flew in like an unwelcome bid His fire died out, the fire died out Barely to be seen a motion stirred the water Silence heavy in the air like a threat With it a fear of what was to come Something was afoot Someone on their way Someone on their way The fjords went red this starry night Their ships lit the skies with roaring fire On the white peaks one man appeared Beheld the sight As night fell the enemy approached The fjords shuddered Never again were houses to burn As night fell the enemy approached The fjords shuddered Never again were houses to burn Sharpened swords were soon to make sure Never to rest with sword in hand