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Riding the waves northwards

Den destroyers on the way

Frosty winds afresh

Harsh sea left to pray

Entering Ofotfjord

Terrific mountainside

Silent northern beauty

For them of no account

Breafing up the group

Bonte's ingenious plan

The remaining three graces

With mountain infantry men

Coming across the Eidsvold

German's showed no grace

Followed by the rorge

Norway left the place

The triumphant procession

Propaganda's grandisons voice

The unconquerable Wehrmacht

Short-lived acts of choice

In a snowstorm over Narvik

Royal forces crossed the idyll

Slipping by the sentinel

Ordered for the kill

Sudden acts of violence

Light conquers the fog

Consumed by torpedo's

Bonte failed to block

On the return vonage

British destroyers were suddenly

Been catched on the edge

In a snowstorm over Narvik

Royal forces had no chance

Two-sided filthy firestorm

Raval battle ends