Lyrics
Verse 1The summer sleeps on golden ground,
its whispered songs no more resound.
The meadow yields its final sigh,
as sweet scents fade beneath the sky.
Verse 2Red dawn ignites through silver haze,
the elk call low through quiet bays.
Their echoes roll through birch and pine,
a voice of ages, cold, divine.
BridgeThe frost now paints the morning plain,
each blade of grass a crystal chain.
Our breath turns pale, the earth stands still,
Svealand turns the season’s wheel.
ChorusSvealand, your autumn flame,
burns through hearts that call your name.
Through mist and gold, through dusk and rain,
your soul remains, your song remains.
Verse 3The sunlight wanes, yet soft and kind,
it strokes the hills we leave behind.
The forest hums a low refrain,
of fleeting warmth, of gentle pain.
Verse 4The moss grows thick, the fires gleam,
the kettle hums a twilight dream.
We taste the air so sharp and clear,
and know the end of warmth is near.
BridgeInside, the hearth begins to glow,
outside, the rivers slower flow.
A teacup steams, the daylight bends,
as peace through fading light descends.
ChorusSvealand, your autumn flame,
burns through hearts that call your name.
Through mist and gold, through dusk and rain,
your soul remains, your song remains.
Verse 5The crows rise black through amber skies,
their wings cut through the day’s goodbyes.
Each leaf that falls, a fleeting spark,
a flame that fades before the dark.
Verse 6And still the soul of Svealand sighs,
beneath the frost, the spirit lies.
Till springtime wakes and melts the chain,
her breath will sleep through wind and rain.
BridgeSo rest, dear land, in hush and fire,
your quiet heart will never tire.
Through snow and storm, through dark and gleam,
Svealand — you live in every dream.
ChorusSvealand, your autumn flame,
burns through hearts that call your name.
Through mist and gold, through dusk and rain,
your soul remains, your song remains.
Svealand, your autumn flame,
burns through hearts that call your name.
Through mist and gold, through dusk and rain,
your soul remains, your song remains.
OutroThe silence hums where voices fade,
Svealand sleeps in gold and shade.