(Verse 1) Suburban streets in the Swedish cold Doing exactly what she’s told? NO! From Stockholm down to the southern tip Florina’s got a different kind of grip! She’s brewing tea while the neighbors stare There’s a scent of sage in the freezing air! (Chorus) FLORINA! Witch of the North! Bringing the ancient spirit forth! Two kids screaming, she loves 'em to death Magic in her lungs with every breath! She’s punk, she’s mom, she’s a mystic soul Witchcraft, Sweden, and Rock 'n' Roll! (Verse 2) Crystal charms on the kitchen shelf She found the power to be herself! Tarot cards on the coffee table Stronger than a cable, she flips the fable! She’s raising a riot, she’s raising a pair With a pentagram wink and a middle-finger flare! (Bridge - Half-time tempo, heavy floor tom hits) Spiritualism in a secular land She’s got the universe in her hand. Guided by ghosts, fueled by the beat The coolest mother that you’ll ever meet! (Drums build up—faster, faster!) ONE! TWO! THREE! BARK! (Guitar Solo: Total chaotic shredding) (Chorus) FLORINA! Witch of the North! Bringing the ancient spirit forth! Two kids screaming, she loves 'em to death Magic in her lungs with every breath! She’s punk, she’s mom, she’s a mystic soul Witchcraft, Sweden, and Rock 'n' Roll! (Outro) She’s got the spirit! (Yeah, she’s got the spirit!) She’s got the craft! (Yeah, she’s got the craft!) FLORINA! FLORINA! OI! OI! OI!