I was bored in a Fjord. And I curse the heart and soul of Scandinavia. Let the people burn. Let their children cry and die in blind asylums. . But then you came along. And you held out your hand. And I fell in love with you and Scandinavia. . I kiss the soil. I eat the soil. I hug the soil. And I praise the God who made you. . Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia. Un-protesting I'll die in Scandinavia. . Into a crime in Trondheim. I despise each syllable in Scandinavia. Let the people burn. Let their children cry. And die in blind asylums. . But then you came along. And you held out your hand. And I fell in love with you and Scandinavia. . I kiss the soil. I eat the soil. I hug the soil. And I praise the God who made you. . Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia. Are we happy to die? In Scandinavia