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

Horsemen 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