[Intro] [Verse] Peaked roofs pierced clouds, among them almost hidden Tucked in the row, beckoned "Den Røde Lykten" A red lantern swayed from the highest eave Men knew to find its light, you'd find reprieve There they'd also find Miss Isla Bergen Worked there since the bar was higher than her chin She'd avoided every line and dodged every kiss By pouring those men quiet with rounds of akevitt [Verse] But as the years went on, the kroner mattered less Her smile went flat, her forehead creased, hair a mess Another rough hand landed where it shouldn't rest She shoved it away and muttered, "Faen heller" Twenty years of vennen, darling give us a grin Of beer-soaked breath and whiskers scratching at her skin She looked around the men and thought, "That's it." "You can pour your own damn brennevin," [silence] "I quit." [Instrumental] [Verse] Word came down one bleary morning with the rain The ancient lightkeep would not rise again They needed someone keen, who could be alone When Isla heard she knew this had to be her home No spittled propositions, no wandering gaze, no slights Just steady rock, and steadfast sea, dependable light Isla signed the papers without needing to be shown Now Den Røde Lykten needed a new keeper of its own [Verse] The first few weeks were perfect, everything she'd hoped No one called her elskling or told a dirty joke But then the Sea spat in her face its bitter salt Northern waves pounded her, a relentless assault The gale grabbed at her braids, ripping loose her hair Mist crept underneath her skirt like fingers exploring there But one day while walking, eyes to heaven crick in her neck She realized, that fucking lighthouse was perfectly erect! [Building percussive instrumental solo] [Bridge] "Oh, kutt ut, ENOUGH! I can't take this anymore!" Isla started hurling rocks and curses never heard before Despite her ire the lighthouse stood, ignoring every kick It had survived far worse than being merely called a dick But in the black as Isla's outrage grew into a roar Neither one could fathom what the night would have in store Then dawn arrived with questions, but no answers on her lips For where the light once stood, now only dark and crumbling cliffs [Verse] Clothes askew, her hair on end, Isla stomped back into town Flinging wide Den Røde Lykten's door, she tore the hiring notice down Marching straight behind the bar as if she owned the bloody place And not one soul demanded she put a smile upon her face For none could tell what truth there was in tales from yonder shore Just in case, men crossed their legs recalling how they'd treated her before Isla gripped the largest bottle and emptied half of it Boots on the bar, she raised her glass, and drank her own damn akevitt [Outro] Some are made of flesh and blood, others built of brick But Isla proved there's more than one way to take down a prick! [Instrumental outro]
