Far away, beyond the bay   Rugged hills tower over the woods   A fort stands steadfastly on each top   No pinewood this enchanting at night,   Nor water so blue or bright   This is the land of the Fenns       Once the trees were as old as the world   Whole Tavastia was quiet and tranquil   Now those days have gone by   Left: mourning and loud war cries   A chain of six bonfires blaze       People start running back and forth   In these distant towns of North   Hundreds of years we've fought   Thousands of men dropped their sword   'til the last man falls - we vow       Blow Your horns, prepare for war   War ships float towards the town   With crosses sewed on their sails   The huge fort gates are boomed   The ones left outside are doomed   United agaist the cross we stand       Suddenly all the people fell quiet   The cloudless heavens turned scarlet   Drumskins strongly boomed from the skies   The signs of warfare were infront of our eyes       See the battle raging - grab Your sword   A distant thunder rumbling - bend your bows   The great arrows fly, stallions whine   Long chains creak, heath echoing       Finally the victory is achieved   Last enemies retreat   Much blood have been spilled   Hundreds of men been killed   Cheering and celebrating can be heard       Far away, beyond the bay   Rugged hills tower over the woods   A fort stands steadfastly on each top   When will the old Gods fall?   For how long will the spirit live on?   United against the cross we stand