[Verse 1] In the land of fjords and frosty plains, Where Viking spirits once did reign, There brewed a linguistic clash, untamed, In the 1800s, where legends were named. In the heart of Norway, a battle arose, Not of swords, but of words that froze, A fight for the language, a fight for the soul, Where heritage clashed, taking its toll. [Chorus] Oh, the Norwegian language battle, fierce and true, Echoes of the past, in the winds it blew, Warriors of words, with passion they'd rattle, In the Norwegian language battle of the 1800s. [Verse 2] Ivar Aasen, with his pen ablaze, Championed dialects in myriad ways, From the rugged north to the southern lands, He collected tongues with tireless hands. Peter Andreas Munch, a scholar wise, Stood for a unified tongue's arise, His voice rang clear in the debate's thrum, Seeking cohesion for all to become. [Chorus] Oh, the Norwegian language battle, fierce and true, Echoes of the past, in the winds it blew, Warriors of words, with passion they'd rattle, In the Norwegian language battle of the eighteen-hundreds. [Bridge] In the halls of academia and on the streets, The debate raged on, with no defeat, But through the turmoil, a unity found, A language preserved, on sacred ground. [Chorus] Oh, the Norwegian language battle, fierce and true, Echoes of the past, in the winds it blew, Warriors of words, with passion they'd rattle, In the Norwegian language battle of the eighteen-hundreds. [Outro] In the annals of time, let it be known, The Norwegian language battle, boldly shown, For in the words they spoke, their legacy gleams, In the land of the Norse, amidst mountains and streams. [hardanger fiddle solo] [end]