Land of Ice

Land of
Ice

Talking about a land that is made of
ice. A land of the North that is full of pride. Hearts full of
fire, forests full of snow, we’re always made welcome by
the friends we know. As we board the Swedish ferry and journey
through the night. Gothenburg is waiting, hearts of fire, land of
ice. Hearts of fire, land of ice.


We cross the mighty ocean and arrive the next day, comrades are
waiting on the dock of the bay. We toast old friendships as we
shake their hands. We swear to keep on fighting to release our
lands. The next day on to Stockholm to meet comrades of the
fight. Their pride is Sweden’s struggle, hearts of fire,
land of ice. Hearts of fire, land of ice.


aBevara Sverige Svenska is the slogan there
Nordic pride is the thing they share. To save their northern
country from the Marxist plague, to stop their country dying they
fight every day. They’re fighting in Uppsala, in
Sodertalje they fight, in Boras and in Malmö, hearts of fire,
land of ice. Hearts of fire, land of ice.