Snowstorm Over Narvik

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