Walking in the dark, a nordic fall night. I can almost hear the wildness, that grows in the nordic hearts. While the wind blows through my hair, and the rain soaks my skin. I can fell how freedoms flame, burns so strong within.
I smell the freshness from the evergreens, and the dying summer grass. The heaviness from wet concrete, blends with the smell of smoke and ash. Again there is a fire, somewhere in a distant suburb. Another life, turned around, another youth destroyed and burned.
My heart fills with happiness, when I see my brothers. I see eyes full of pride, and a passion burning strong inside. So when they spread their lies, I hold my head up high. Cause nothing they say or do, can take away our pride.
I smell the freshness from the evergreens, and the dying summer grass. The heaviness from wet concrete, blends with the smell of smoke and ash. Again there is a fire, somewhere in a distant suburb. Another life, turned around, another youth destroyed and burned.
As the rain keeps on falling, my thoughts go out to you. The ones the future depends on, the strong nordic youth. I want to see you rise, like my sisters and brothers did. I want to see you act with honour, and a new flame is lit.
I smell the freshness from the evergreens, and the dying summer grass. The heaviness from wet concrete, blends with the smell of smoke and ash. Again there is a fire, somewhere in a distant suburb. Another life, turned around, another youth destroyed and burned.
