[PUNAISEN LUMEN VALTAKUNTA]



Aseisiin, oi pohjoisen soturit!

Isiemme pyh;ll; maalla

vihollinen meit; vastaan

kruunataan vain kuolemallaan.

Kristityt karkoitetaan.

Taivaansa porteilla

verell;n kastetaan.



Te kurjat, heikot k;;nnytt;j;t

jotka astutte meid;n tiellemme.

Kadotukseen, taivaan lapset,

kuolema ikuinen odottaa.

Miekkoihin tarttukaa!

Emme pisaraakaan teille suo.

Kohta punaiseksi v;rj;ytyy maa...

veri virtaa!



Kuolkaa!

Poistukaa meid;n maaltamme

ja k;rsik;; rangaistuksenne.



Jumalankuvien perilliset

eiv;t maatamme anasta tuhotakseen.

Ei Jehovan poika ansaitse kunniaa.



[J;ISTEN J;RVIEN KIMALTEESSA]



...ja kun veri lakkaa virtaamasta

tied;t meid;n voittaneen.



Kuollut on se s;dekeh;

joka heid;t ymp;r;i.

Tappava sen miekan ter;

joka voiton sinet;i.



Hyyt;v; on pakkanen

joka meit; syleilee.

Mets;t, aavat pohjois;en

vapaudestaan kiittelee.



J;;kent;t kimaltelevat,

verisin; s;ihkyv;t.

J;rvet luovat loistettaan

talven valtakunnassaan.



[English translation:]



[THE BATTLE FOR POHJOLA]



[THE REALM OF RED SNOW]



To arms, o' warriors of the north!

On our fathers' holy ground

an enemy against us

shan't be crowned but with his death.

Those christians shall be expelled.

On their pearly gates

they shall be baptised in their blood.



You miserable, weak proselytizers

who dare step onto our path.

Be damned, ye children of heaven,

death eternal awaits.

Now grasp your swords!

We won't grant you a drop.

Soon the ground shall turn red...

and the blood flows!



Die!

Vanish from our ground, never turn,

suffer the measure you deserve.



This decadent heir of the image of god

shall not usurp our land for devastation.

The son of Jehovah deserves no honour.



[IN THE GLARE OF ICY LAKES]



...and when the flows of blood cease

you shall know that we have won.



Dead is the halo

and no more shine surrounding them.

One sword, one lethal blow

thus did seal the victory.



Freezing is the air

that is now embracing us.

All the forests, all the plains in the north

are grateful for their freedom.



Icy fields are glittering,

shooting forth the glare of blood.

Lakes cast their shine through the skies

in this wintry kingdom.