Oslo Faenskap
no skin no armor
Waves have crushed the silent shore, storms have broken in our planted door.
Sthe soil we stand upon, forced our eyes from the glorious dawn.
With flesh, our only armor.
We'll rise above the flood
Waves have crushed the silent shore, storms have broken in our planted door.
Sthe soil we stand upon, forced our eyes from the glorious dawn.
With flesh, our only armor.
We'll rise above the flood