Far away, Beyond the bay
Rugged hills tower over the woods
A fort stands steadfastly on each top

No pinewood this enchanting at night,
Nor water so blue or bright
This is the land of the Fenns


Once the trees were as old as the world
Whole Tavastia was quiet and tranquil

Now those days have gone by
Left: mourning and loud war cries
A chain of six bonfires blaze


People start running back and forth
In these distant towns of North

Hundreds of years We've fought
Thousands of men dropped their sword
'til the last man falls - We vow


Blow Your horns, Prepare for war
War ships float towards the town

With crosses sewed on their sails
The huge fort gates are boomed
The ones left outside are doomed

United agaist the cross We stand

Suddenly all the people fell quiet

The cloudless heavens turned scarlet
Drumskins strongly boomed from the skies
The signs of warfare were infront of our eyes


See the battle raging - Grab Your sword
A distant thunder rumbling - Bend your bows

The great arrows fly, Stallions whine
Long chains creak, Heath echoing


Finally the victory is achieved
Last enemies retreat
Much blood have been spilled

Hundreds of men been killed
Cheering and celebrating can be heard


Far away, Beyond the bay
Rugged hills tower over the woods
A fort stands steadfastly on each top

When will the old Gods fall?
For how long will the spirit live on?
United against the cross we stand