Fishing Warriors of the Fjords

Through misty dawn, we row our craft. Lines of steel and nets we

cast. Echoes call from waters deep. The angler's oath, we vow to

keep. Raise the rods. The fish appear. Songs of rivers, we hold near.

Storms may roar, but we stand strong. Fishing warriors, we belong.

Pipes and perch in shadows hide. Salmon leap against the tide. Brothers fight the

waves with cheer. Legends born in lakes we steer. Raise the rods. The fish appear.

Songs of rivers, we hold near. Storms may roar, but we stand strong.

Fishing warriors, we belong. Axes rest, but hooks still bite.