In the shadows of a mountain
A fearless guard is hidden and alert
From the darkening horizon
From high above, closing in, an imminent threat
The sound of the battle horns
The beat of the drums of war
Remind us what we are fighting for
Attack, sons of the North!
Heathen pride
Will not bend
Will not die
Will fight until the end
The song of freedom
Over the thousand lakes
Understand
We have to stand
Until the final man
For Fatherland
Times were different
When our sails struck fear in enemies' hearts
These cowards talk of honour
But flee with their winged beasts of metal
A fearless guard is hidden and alert
From the darkening horizon
From high above, closing in, an imminent threat
The sound of the battle horns
The beat of the drums of war
Remind us what we are fighting for
Attack, sons of the North!
Heathen pride
Will not bend
Will not die
Will fight until the end
The song of freedom
Over the thousand lakes
Understand
We have to stand
Until the final man
For Fatherland
Times were different
When our sails struck fear in enemies' hearts
These cowards talk of honour
But flee with their winged beasts of metal
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