Torchlight in utter darkness   Starts licking wood with its deadly tongue   In seconds its hunger grows   Wood is eaten by flames twelve feet long   Before the eyes of heathens   The shrine of the cross lights up the glade   On the ground lie six bodies   That have met their fate by pagan blade      Hear the autumn thunder in the sky   Vanishing the mild summer breeze   An autumn thunder roars down on the ground   By its force the foreign god flees      A flash of steel cuts flesh   By doing so it cuts the cross   The mossy ground drinks the blood   Of a hundred men in white clothes   The morning smells of death   But still it feels like a fresh wind   After so many years   Where the forests returned to the pagan kings      Hear the autumn thunder in the sky   Vanishing the mild summer breeze   An autumn thunder roars down on the ground   By its force the foreign god flees      Fullmoon turned to crescent and crescent to fullmoon   Many times over the forests of Häme   The old gods were respected   And new houses rose on the ashes of the cross   All was at peace   When the summer began to turn to autumn   But when the first leaves turned to yellow and brown   People began to see signs... bad omens   One day a hunter from the coast came   And told he had heard rumours   The ships of the foe had been seen in northwest   And their numbers were great      Morning mist chilly was floating up from the sea   At a dawn when leaves were falling down from trees   Gathered were the pagan kings to the circle of stones   Out of silence rose a man known as wise and old      "We've all seen the fires   And heard the tale of the hunter   Hear my words when I say   This autumn roars thunder"      Passed dusks and dawns two times ten   Fires burning were not on their hills   Again was blood flowing, now of heathen men   The foe had returned to burn and kill      Village by village they went   Leaving only crosses and ashes behind   Until pagans were beaten   By their body, not their mind   Poured water on their heads   Mumbling words of a foreign tongue   Built houses for their god   Was the pride of these forests forever gone?      Hear the autumn thunder fade away   With its echo they lost their pride   Freedom of centuries was lost in days   The autumn thunder in their hearts had died