This Song is made for the Storytellerz Event "Mentor Mashup" Because I live in Norway, I feel a certain obligation to participate with these guidelines. Of course, I have also included the Norwegian language in the song, with the translation right next to it. (In the brackets) The first verse comes from the movie "Troll" and is a poem at the beginning of the film, but it has been slightly adapted from an artistic point of view. This Song is a cooperation with my wife (first time on Suno), so the Lyrics have a lot of meanings and some easter egg. Lyrics: Skapt av jord og stein, (Made of earth and stones) hjerter av snø og iskalde bein. (with a snow-clad heart and icy bones) Mørket får dem til å oppstå, (From darkness they came) sollyset får dem til å forsvinne. (and died in the light) Winter is arriving in Norway, and the mountains are hiding the sun. Warming the Hands at the campfire, where the ancient stories begun. Breath turns silver in the darkness, Stories and fire against the cold. Night draws near, hear my words, Legends that beg not to grow old. Når snøen legger landet til søvn, (When snow covers the land in sleep) kommer de gamle historiene hjem. (the old stories come home) De hviskes lavt i flammens skjær, (They whisper softly in the glow of the flames) der frykt og varme lever nær. (where fear and warmth live close together) They’re still walking in the snow tonight, between the woods, beyond our sight. Where logic ends and silence grows, that´s where the old legends goes. Not gone, just fading from our eyes, they breathe where no one dares to look twice. Golden hair in the pinewood glow, a laughter shows a spirit shine. Stone asleep when daylight calls, but alive when stars align. Snowflakes falls, the flames grow thin "There's something in the barn," a voice said this loud, i briefly answer: Be on your guard and do them no harm. En gang var de mange, (Once there were many) nå er det få, (now there are few) Forvist fra drømmene, (Banished from dreams) logikken fikk rå. (logic prevailed) They’re still walking in the snow tonight, but fewer see their fragile bright. Where logic burns the ancient thread, the myths retreat inside our head. Not dead, just locked behind belief, surviving in the quiet grief. Screens glow brighter than the fire, logic replace what once we faith in. The night is lighted up, the cold has been warmed, miracles still here, deep within. They’re still walking… maybe not. Or maybe it's just our belief that has stopped. When evening comes and everything´s quiet Sometimes they dare it, go out in the night...
