When all the land doth slumber
And the full moon darken,
When the rivers cease to run
And the fell wind hearken –
Then the mountains all will groan,
Throw down their lofty crowns
When the Hammer of great Thor
Lays low all Norway’s towns;
Down from the peaks of stormclouds
His castle he will set,
Reforge the land, the people:
Great will be Norway yet!

by Fred Lee Newman, IV

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