Eld

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

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