Текст песни Blacksmith of the North (Keep That Ancient Fire) - Darkthrone

Sound of iron, hard at work
Flames of triumph, we′ll get
Keep that hammer pounding
The autumn of no regret
Keep our mountains free
Our shores clean of thee
Blacksmith of the north
Ancient fire is burning in me
The black rain is harsh
But they will learn
Our fathers of old
Not hearing the yearns