The Germanic Entity

Night has fallen over the nature of the north

The sea lines dark as oil, frey and njård come forth

For the love of our province, grant us growth and peace

Watch over the workers on land and at the seas

After june and july comes the grey september

And I think of the nation of which I am a member

Norway, my cradle, that mountainous spoon

#1 On all lists, civilization's boon?

Why be so hard on someone you love?

I've done my bit of crawling, I'll risk 5 minutes above

The critique has been quiet, here is what I have to say

Like my feldgrau dress, let my lyrics be field grey

The wealth has made you arrogant, people run to you for money

Not because they like you, they just wanted to taste the honey

The norwegian identity is now based on handouts

Why do you think it's so far between the standouts?

In a postcolonial age we wrote postmodern rhyme

Sped the macho vehicle down the autobahn of time

The linear scaffold is a christian invention

A one-way ticket to hell with patriarchal intention

Proprietors of red by the circular drain

We come again, like the sun and the rain

The germanic entity will cause the world to fall

There won't be any profit, progress above all

You complain that kids don't read, never fed them the hooks

The libraries decay, they trash half of our books

Looks to the atlantic, see norse heritage thrive

An icelandic odyssey, the old gods are alive

The prince skis through the forest with some ruler on the phone

Spearheading an empire as he glides past the firs alone

Pomp without power was the rage of the past

Power without pomp can make our age the last

The germanic entity, its name shall not be spoken

The chains of this power have never been broken

Blut und eisen replaced with diplomacy and aid

Peace is something that his majesty made

What can our statesman do more than to play christ

With oil-fueled diplomacy, a humanist heist

Social democracy prefer finance to the word

Money wrapped as dialogue makes him the lord

Utan fyrebod stend det ein by der, lysande, kastar kvite og gule spjot

Uppover I myrkret, bruer og bygg, løysingar som hjelper

Menneski å finna seg ein heim I deg, kosmopolis

Den totale byen diktaren drøymer um

Der han stend under det store biletet, tagal, budd til å fara

Frå velstanden som vart til dekadanse, diktaren skal inn

I den mytiske tidi, til skumringi der ei kvinne sit

Og drit. Ho vender deim ryggen, no ventar

Skogsvegen, dei store flatone: Eg hev sett deim, kjent deim

Dei drap hundar og skulda på hunger. Dei dreiv tennene

Inn I eigne skallar so dei fekk endå ein munn å metta

Dei åt for tvo og drap for tri. Eg elska rovdyri

Men hev ikkje fleire lamb å missa. I skogen er eg fri for rovdyri

No vert veggene bygde for å halda oss inne, sperra dyret

Inne. Det vil verta endå varmare, endå trongare

Enn fyrr. Svarte kalde vegger å spegla seg I