At the tables of the North
Man is used to blizzards and storms
Their arms are tempered by the work of their swords

Gallantness and faith fills their hearts

The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds

In a smithy high up in the skies
On an anvil of honour, with a hammer of blood
The four winds pounded


The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds
In a smithy high up in the skies

On an anvil of courage, with a hammer of sweat
The four winds pounded


Over vast steppes
Hor!@&( ride for day and night
With honour and glory in their minds

The Eastmen ride

Under the sun

The soldiers of the South sing their songs
Endless scorching deserts
Have trained these men


Take this sign into Your heart and be brave
Let it lead You to Your glory or Your grave

Today

Hear Me, My warriors

Soldiers from all the edges of the world
Let us join Our forces
To an army, united


The four winds guide Us
The heart of Turisas leads Our way

Our drums echo: Forward march
Our horns cry for victory


Beyond the ocean
The warriors of the West bend their bows
In the name of the Eagle

These brave men fight

The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds

In a smithy high up in the skies
On an anvil of glory, with a hammer of tears
The four winds pounded