There was a man called Thorvald who was the father of Erik the Red/ He and Erik left their home in Jaedern, in Norway,/ because of some killings and went
Det ar nationaldag/ Det skulle vara en vacker dag/ Men jag ar har knabojd/ framfor mitt land, framfor mitt folk// Jag maste be om ursakt, om fortroende
Walking down Queenstown Road I come from busy town to unknown world When it?s dark my lonely steps run like the enthralling evasions of the ingenious
Hey, baby, you are great today/ I wanna touch you and see myself reflex in your blue eyes/ You know, your hair lights all this grey room/ You make me
This story talks about a man/ he lived in Sollentuna/ once he left to join the niggers' fight/ he never came back home again// He died strugglin' and
Here you can see the world alive/ all engaged in its different works/ with the people on both my sides/ I like hearing their colourful words/ I see a
I was 18 years old/ and one day I decided to go out with a friend/ She said "I want you to know my lovely boyfriend"/ So I replied "Ok, let's go!" I
I wonder how a mother/ survives when her son dies during the war/ She must be proud of him/ but she breaks down and cries// I wonder how a mother/ decides
If this was easy Where would I be I haven't said I have all the answers How could anyone Can't stop looking at the lights All around my head I'm missing
and dark and very tall Can you see who it might be? Visitors, they are so few Head so proud but curls so free Looks like someone I once knew David of the viking
, I'm lost in emotion, the ship is my cradle, I long for the stars, I'll trade my life, I just want to see the stars! an old and tired Viking, I'm soon
Well how do you do My name is Lars im from Cambell california you might know that by now im of danish decent for that im proud see my father was a nomad
be (Indeed) And I gave a Viking's word Faraway landscapes receive him with grace In bright beauty and wonders We find truth of me I gave a Viking's word A Viking
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Down below the feet were marching on There was glory calling, flowers were thrown Although the sun was shining The cold blue light of morning Can't melt
a photographer - who likes little boys in viking suits - He likes to take the little boys - walking home from school - in his neighborhood - Take them to his studio - and dress them up in viking
Nar jag en liten flicka var/ i gamla dar,/ sa jag till min kara gamla mor/ att jag tror/ att jag aldrig kommer do/ och forbli en ungmo, en ungmo.// Hon