Lyrics
IntroBeneath the ridge where birches lean,
the earth ran red, the hills turned green.
Men struck the rock, and sparks took flight —
Långban burned through endless night.
Iron veins and cobalt dreams,
zinc and fire and molten seams.
Through smoke and sweat, through toil and pain,
the heart of Sweden forged its name.
BridgeFrom Karlstad down to Filipstad,
their songs were low, their backs were hard.
The forges roared, the bellows cried,
and Skarpa’s fields kept them alive.
ChorusO Långban, flame beneath the snow,
you fed the North, you made it grow.
From every spark, from every scar,
rose Svealand — its iron star.
Verse 1In lantern light they dug the ore,
their boots wore deep the frozen floor.
The air was thick with smoke and steel,
yet every child had bread to feel.
Verse 2At Skarpa Gård, the bread was warm,
milk and laughter through the storm.
By candle flame and forge’s glow,
they built a life the mines would know.
BridgeBut empires fade and veins run dry,
the songs fell still, the fields went shy.
The hammers hushed, the wagons gone,
and wolves returned to Långban’s stone.
ChorusO Långban, heart of fire and clay,
your embers sleep but not decay.
The hands are gone, but still you stand,
a ghost of flame in Svealand.
Verse 3The barn doors bowed, the roof grew wild,
the hearth forgot the miner’s child.
Yet moss and pine, through frost and rain,
kept whispering your name again.
Verse 4Then came new feet, a foreign tongue,
with hope where once the silence hung.
They lit the fire, they cleared the loam,
and Skarpa softly said, “You’re home.”
BridgeThe past looked on, the rafters sighed,
the ghosts of iron stood beside.
And in that glow of birch and flame,
the old world breathed its name again.
ChorusO Långban, flame beneath the snow,
your heart still beats, your rivers flow.
Through hands reborn, through love and land,
your soul lives on in Svealand.
OutroThe old walls hum with tales retold,
of earth and fire, of frost and gold.
The past now blooms in living hand —
reborn, the heart of Svealand.