Hans Rustad Brothers, let us glorify freedom’s twilight – the great, darkening year. Into the seething waters of the night heavy forests of nets disappear. O Sun, judge, people, your light is rising over sombre years Let us glorify the deadly weight the people’s leader lifts with tears. Let us glorify the dark burden of fate, power’s […]
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