Old Norwegian Soul - The Wretched End

Up and down that winding road

A downtrodden lonely path

Seasons shifting

Again and again

Old norwegian soul

Rooted in the woods

Growing cold

Like forlorn days untold

Desolate mountain madness

Rugged majesty, shrouded in mist

Shattering, wretched winds

Reflecting what no longer exists

From far away

A deathblow resonates in the sky

Blood seeps into the soil

As a final goodbye

Bury my heart

Spread my ashes

Take me home

Old norwegian soul

«There's a feeling I get

When I look to the north»