Strenghtened bravemen hearts
Ride with the pale moon
Reach for the source of wisdom
In the glare of the guiding star
Visions of a pure land
As fires haunt
The chains are unbound
The visions shall be true
A throne is risen
For the bravehearted northmen
Sprung out of the source of wisdom
With pure pagan blood
Ages of the elders return
Fallen upon the traitor`s hand
The curs shall be slain
Stain by the Hammer of pride
(Music: Pasi
Words: Vanargandr)
