Woorden: Ensiferum. Heathen Throne.

This hate inside me
It is constantly growing
Years of hollow lies
Made pagan hatred rise

They came with their troops
Destroying land and roots
Abominations under the sun
They and their poisoned truth

One by one my people fell
Under their deceptive spell
How many sons of the
North had to fall?
Before our eyes can see;
This isn't how it should be!

''Under the Northern star
We shed our blood
With the call of a battle horn
We raise our swords''


''Behind the fields of blood
Theres a heaven for us
Deep in the woods of the North
Rises the Heathen Throne''

Upholder the skies
For too long has your name been despised
Give us your strenght and courage
When we meet our nemesis
On the shores that used to be
The place we called home

Our land and faith are raped
Somehow they're going to pay

Grant us your revenge
We are not afraid of death
Let none of them ever more
Lay a hopeful gaze upon the sky