Sønner av norge [English translation]

Sons of Norway, the age-old kingdom,

Sings to the harp’s the festive sound!

Manly and festive the tone let rise!

The fatherland dedicates our song.

Grand native memories recur

Each time we mention our roots.

Swelling hearts and glowing cheeks

Hail the loved, the holy name.

Antiquity, you faded, but your sacred flame

Still burns in the Norwegian’s heart;

Still by heritage and strength he is the same

Still his mind stands for freedom and honor

And when he sings Norway’s praise,

His heart swells with pride and desire.

To him even the South’s lovely places

Can’t compare to Norway’s snow-covered coast.

• Artist:Glittertind
• Album:Evige Asatro (2004)