Orkan
Taake
Hurricane
We talk flames, gold, and gunpowder
We don’t fly on carpets but against the wind
Storm
The heathens raise their flag
No one will strip my old land
The farmer will once again sharpen his axe
The kingdom shines through
Famine, shame, and Christian times
Fateful inner strife
To hell with Muhammad and the Muslims
Unforgivable customs
For it smolders in the post-war era
The winter sun rises in the west
For those who burn our flag
Pigs
The generals' testimony
Hard against hard, soon we’ll wake
Norway
