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
Northe, had to fall?
Before our eyes could see;
This isn't how it should be!

"Under the Northern star
We she'd our blood
With the call of a battle horn
We raise our swords
Behind the fields of blood,
There's a haven for us
Deep in the woods of the North,
Rises the Heathen Throne"

[Kalevala]

Upholder of the skies,
For too long has your name been
Despised,
Give us your strength 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, EVER MORE,
Lay a hopeful gaze upon the sky!