[Punaisen lumen valtakunta]



Aseisiin, oi pohjoisen soturit!

Isiemme pyhдllд maalla

Vihollinen meitд vastaan

Kruunataan vain kuolemallaan.

Kristityt karkoitetaan.

Taivaansa porteilla

Verellдn kastetaan.



Te kurjat, heikot kддnnyttдjдt

Jotka astutte meidдn tiellemme.

Kadotukseen, taivaan lapset,

Kuolema ikuinen odottaa.

Miekkoihin tarttukaa!

Emme pisaraakaan teille suo.

Kohta punaiseksi vдrjдytyy maa...

Veri virtaa!



Kuolkaa!

Poistukaa meidдn maaltamme

Ja kдrsikдд rangaistuksenne.



Jumalankuvien perilliset

Eivдt maatamme anasta tuhotakseen.

Ei Jehovan poika ansaitse kunniaa.



[JДIsten JДRvien kimalteessa]



... Ja kun veri lakkaa virtaamasta

Tiedдt meidдn voittaneen.



Kuollut on se sдdekehд

Joka heidдt ympдrцi.

Tappava sen miekan terд

Joka voiton sinetцi.



Hyytдvд on pakkanen

Joka meitд syleilee.

Metsдt, aavat pohjoisдen

Vapaudestaan kiittelee.



Jддkentдt kimaltelevat,

Verisinд sдihkyvдt.

Jдrvet luovat loistettaan

Talven valtakunnassaan.



[English translation:]



[The battle for pohjola]



[The realm of red snow]



To arms, o' warriors of the north!

On our fathers' holy ground

An enemy against us

Shan't be crowned but with his death.

Those christians shall be expelled.

On their pearly gates

They shall be baptised in their blood.



You miserable, weak proselytizers

Who dare step onto our path.

Be damned, ye children of heaven,

Death eternal awaits.

Now grasp your swords!

We won't grant you a drop.

Soon the ground shall turn red...

And the blood flows!



Die!

Vanish from our ground, never turn,

Suffer the measure you deserve.



This decadent heir of the image of god

Shall not usurp our land for devastation.

The son of Jehovah deserves no honour.



[In the glare of icy lakes]



... And when the flows of blood cease

You shall know that we have won.



Dead is the halo

And no more shine surrounding them.

One sword, one lethal blow

Thus did seal the victory.



Freezing is the air

That is now embracing us.

All the forests, all the plains in the north

Are grateful for their freedom.



Icy fields are glittering,

Shooting forth the glare of blood.

Lakes cast their shine through the skies

In this wintry kingdom.