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!  (Music: Teemu   Words: Teemu)