The Last Son Of The Fjord

Nobody will grieve and sob, when

He once will fall asleep forever

Only rain will drop avaricious tear

In the name of last son of a fjord

The nearest neighbor will not be sad

By his will drunk grieves and blood

The distant neighbor easily will sigh

In the heart more fear does not lie

With new force the sun will pour light

By finding out that he does not live

The crude ground will be glad

That his feet doesn't step here

Won't come to bid farewell friend and wife

There were no them in his life

Only deeper wrinkles of the face

Of the old man, the father-fjord.