Starvkirken

In the far and cold land of Norway

Up there in the rainy Bergen town

This is where my family came from

This is where my roots have been planted

The local church has got a big archive

With the names and the stories of the families

I went there to meet the local cleric

I asked him to help me look for myself

I went there to meet the local cleric

I asked him to help me look for myself

"I am sorry son, but no Nidhugsen family

Left for England twenty nine years ago

And no Michael Nidhugsen has been baptized here

About that many years ago"

I feel so confused now

It seems my identity has been erased

I feel so helpless now

In the land I thought it was my own

I feel so selfless now

Where should I go searching for truth?

I feel so confused now

It seems my identity has been erased

I am walking along the harbour

Through the old wooden houses of the Brygge

All of sudden, there is again

My mysterious persecutor in black

I stop and look at him in fright

Why did he follow me this far?

"You better go looking for yourself

Outside the walls of this town"

So out I walked, following my instinct

Hearing a call with my mind's ears

I reached a wood and there I found

The old Fantoft wodden church

I stepped inside and I fell on my knees

Looking at the altar, a vision had I

My spirit is singing

My joy is arising

The texture of my dress

Is made of pure light

With all the happy souls

Gathered around me

All along we're singing

Cheering for his glory