Done with the Wind - Svartby

Down the valley from the hills

Light as feather

Come the finger-tall whirlwinds

Weather-freaks

Swaying grass, the only sign

Of their lightest pace

Till the whirling air spies

Pick the trace

Hurricanes of gnome size

Fury-storms, mad and small

Bad and small

Whirling lightning power

In a shape of an airball

Airball

Turn the village upside down

Ripping off the cattle legs

Filling lungs with ash and dust

Blasting beer kegs

Blow off the house roofs

Smash the windows

Done and gone with the wind

Damned village ruins

Invincible

Bullet-proof

Axe-proof

Bend to the airballs

Invisible

Fool-proof

Snatch-proof

Bend to the hurricane!