Eld

Lyrics by Grutle Kjellson 1995 Waves are cutting like a knife of time On the slippery rocks that still stands besides the shore Two eyes are eyeing the seas Towards the seas that once brought his ancestors glory A lonely mind is longing For the raisi

Strokes from oars could be heard, beautiful ships gushed through the Sea. Like a wind from the north, our ancestors reached the shore. Men from Hordaland, Rogaland and Agder gathered for battle in common. Proud men with no fear Strokes from the sword