Lejonet Från Norden [English translation]

(Speaker)

November, early morning

Where someone stand waiting

where someone stand in the fog

Hear this message

Hear how the silence is forced to give way

In the light from torches, movement is born

Life is born

People are waiting

And wish for the wait to be over soon

A lot of senses can already feel it

The smell of gunpowder set on fire

Watch how the mist lifts

And make room for the day

Among thousands of men

One is seen most clearly

He steps forward

He gets on his horse

The hazel brown stallion Streiff

He rides along lines of men

He greets them

He was called the great

Gustav Adolf was his name

A lion from the north

And war was in his harbor

(Song starts)

This is a somber morning

The wait quietly prays

Watch mist, how it lifts

Hear words from the people

The rough shoe moves forward

Steps heavily in damp soil

Watch the ground turn into mud

Here, seeds of blood in expected

Walk slowly across the fields

Because forefathers have been laid to rest here

The sons of the people sleep here

Those who died and bullets flew through the air

Led by a lion

Many men went to war

When the day passed away into darkness

Sorrow came to the winner

Walk slowly across the fields

Because forefathers have been laid to rest here

The sons of the people sleep here

Those who died and bullets flew through the air

Out of the mist they could see

Streiff the stallion with his saddle, tired

Guns went off

One drew blood

Death is now in the air

Death is all over this place

If death has come to the king

Oh the wind is cold

Walk slowly across the fields

Because forefathers have been laid to rest here

The sons of the people sleep here

Those who died and bullets flew through the air

Led by a lion

Many men went to war

When the day passed away into darkness

Sorrow came to the winner

Walk slowly across the fields

Because forefathers have been laid to rest here

The sons of the people sleep here

Those who died and bullets flew through the air

Walk slowly across the fields

Because forefathers have been laid to rest here

The sons of the people sleep here

Those who died and bullets flew through the air

Led by a lion

Many men went to war

When the day passed away into darkness

Sorrow came to the winner

Walk slowly across the fields

Because forefathers have been laid to rest here

The sons of the people sleep here

Those who died and bullets flew through the air

• Artist:Ultima Thule