You hear the roar of their artillery.
You feel the storm coming forth
The breeze brings the thunder closer
The wind is blowing from the north
The hail of steel
The reapers scythe comes from the skies
Northers never kneel
Winterborns dont bow before the enemy
The blood that stains your trench red
An offering, obvious sacrifice
These lands belong to the north
These are the woods where wolves of Karelia rule
Withstand and Defy
Cold flame of the winter
The blade of death
Northern ice like a scythe
Beneath the burning sky
Cold winds of the winter
Veiled by death
Veiled in white