Lyrics Sons of the Nord - Nomans Land

Sons of the Nord

Severe Nord taught us
That misery makes you strong
Hunger makes you a hunter
In the sufferings we are all alone
Dark northern sky showed
That life is to perish soon
Take what you can in allotted time
Die free with no sorrow
Our thoughts are grey clouds with the rain
Our will is the edge of the steel
Our anger is breath of the cold
That’s why strike with our swords on the spot
Mighty rocks made us
Skillful and unbreakable breed
Many were crushed with our shields
Like waves by the shore
Northern sea made us
Friends with the winds and storms
We appear from nowhere
Suddenly fall like the doom