At the tables of the North   Man is used to blizzards and storms   Their arms are tempered by the work of their swords   Gallantness and faith fills their hearts       The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds   In a smithy high up in the skies   On an anvil of honour, with a hammer of blood   The four winds pounded       The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds   In a smithy high up in the skies   On an anvil of courage, with a hammer of sweat   The four winds pounded       Over vast steppes   Horsemen ride for day and night   With honour and glory in their minds   The Eastmen ride       Under the sun   The soldiers of the South sing their songs   Endless scorching deserts   Have trained these men       Take this sign into your heart and be brave   Let it lead you to your glory or your grave   Today       Hear me, my warriors   Soldiers from all the edges of the world   Let us join our forces   To an army, united       The four winds guide us   The heart of Turisas leads our way   Our drums echo: Forward march   Our horns cry for victory       Beyond the ocean   The warriors of the West bend their bows   In the name of the eagle   These brave men fight       The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds   In a smithy high up in the skies   On an anvil of glory, with a hammer of tears   The four winds pounded