Attila Csihar - Old Norwegian Soul lyrics

Up and down that winding road A downtrodden lonely path Seasons shifting Again and again Old norwegian soul Rooted in the woods Growing cold Like forlorn days untold Desolate mountain madness Rugged majesty, shrouded in mist Shattering, wretched winds Reflecting what no longer exists From far away A d**hblow resonates in the sky Blood seeps into the soil As a final goodbye Bury my heart Spread my ashes Take me home Old norwegian soul "There's a feeling I get When I look to the north"