Up from the North we come

From the land of a thousand lakes

A heathen force from the once proud Northland

Where pines are covered with snowflakes


Pagan warriors, hear our battlehymn

Help our words soar high

Thou shall be greeted with our mighty hail

Our star is on rise!


Break the chains of enslavement

Time will come for the enslavers to pay

One winter solstice we shall gather together

And it will be their doomsday!


Pagan warriors, hear our battlehymn

Help our words soar high

Thou shall be greeted with our mighty hail

Our star is on rise!


Our star is now dim

But getting brighter

It will replace the enslaver sun

Hear us, brothers and sisters

A new day is dawning

Upon us heirs of the Northstar


Pagan warriors, hear our battlehymn

Help our words soar high

Thou shall be greeted with our mighty hail

Our star is on rise!