Ein dugal kar fra garden dro
A strong guy from the farm went
Han fulgte furuas sus
He followed pine and breeze
Opp gjennom åsen gråstein han bar
Up through the hills, greystone and wilderness
Staut hans gange var
Bold his steps was
Svøpt i morgengry
Swathed in twilight
Under ein helnorsk himmel
Under a completely norwegian sky
Hans føtter traurig vandres hen
His feet steadily wandered
Mot sitt mål opp på høyden
Towards their goal and upon heights
Ein værbitt hand griper sverdet fatt
A weatherbitten hand clutches the sword
Og kløyver den blånende skalle
And cleaves the bluemen's heads
Hans kjeft den vrir seg i ulmende hat
His mouth twist in smoldering hate
Ufrender kommer at falle
Unpeace will fall
Så stod han der på utkikkstopp
Then he stood there on the look-out top
Hans øyne ei dei kviler
His eyes couldn't rest
For han søkte reint eit syn
Because he sought a pure sight
Men det ble ein grusom pine
But it became a cruel pain
Der blant norges skog og mark
There in the midst of norwegian forest and wilderness
Var fienden og fæl
The enemy was cruel and dreadful
Hans grimme sinn skulle vise dem
His grim mind should show them
At norsønn han har nok at tæl
That a son of the north has lots of guts
Ein værbitt hand griper sverdet fatt
A weatherbitten hand clutches the sword
Og kløyver den blånende skalle
And cleaves the bluemen's heads
Hans kjeft den vrir seg i ulmende hat
His mouth twist in smoldering hate
Ufrender kommer at falle
Unpeace will fall
Norsønn tapte noregsgard
The son of the north lost Norway's home
For ein ansikt i hær
To a face of an army
Stolt han var dan han kom igjen
Proud he was when he returned
For å kløyve denne sitt sverd
To cleave them with his sword