Sunwheel

Eternal winter, impenetrable Grey brother has swallowed the warmth of sun With the northwind reaches a distant croak And all lays barren and cold All that our forefathers fight for, Was forgotten and lost Cursed brood of traitors, Brought infidel values and blood Few were the men of northern glory Who rode across the snowy hills To sacred place of their gods For rite to unleash the winter of ages The gods spin the wheel of sun Cast the blizzards and deadly cold Forever are we, Under the northern sky At these valleys and the hills In forests dark and thousand lakes Even when we are died our ghosts shall march For their fatherland, The voice of northman still echoes Hail, Hail, Hail...