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!