Autumn Roars Thunder

Torchlight in utter darkness

Starts licking wood with its deadly tongue

In seconds its hunger grows

Wood is eaten by flames twelve feet long

Before the eyes of heathens

The shrine of the cross lights up the glade

On the ground lie six bodies

That have met their fate by pagan blade

Hear the autumn thunder in the sky

Vanishing the mild summer breeze

An autumn thunder roars down on the ground

By its force the foreign god flees

A flash of steel cuts flesh

By doing so it cuts the cross

The mossy ground drinks the blood

Of a hundred men in white clothes

The morning smells of death

But still it feels like a fresh wind

After so many years

Where the forests returned to the pagan kings

Hear the autumn thunder in the sky

Vanishing the mild summer breeze

An autumn thunder roars down on the ground

By its force the foreign god flees

Fullmoon turned to crescent and crescent to fullmoon

Many times over the forests of Häme

The old gods were respected

And new houses rose on the ashes of the cross

All was at peace

When the summer began to turn to autumn

But when the first leaves turned to yellow and brown

People began to see signs... bad omens

One day a hunter from the coast came

And told he had heard rumours

The ships of the foe had been seen in northwest

And their numbers were great

Morning mist chilly was floating up from the sea

At a dawn when leaves were falling down from trees

Gathered were the pagan kings to the circle of stones

Out of silence rose a man known as wise and old

"We've all seen the fires

And heard the tale of the hunter

Hear my words when I say

This autumn roars thunder"

Passed dusks and dawns two times ten

Fires burning were not on their hills

Again was blood flowing, now of heathen men

The foe had returned to burn and kill

Village by village they went

Leaving only crosses and ashes behind

Until pagans were beaten

By their body, not their mind

Poured water on their heads

Mumbling words of a foreign tongue

Built houses for their god

Was the pride of these forests forever gone?

Hear the autumn thunder fade away

With its echo they lost their pride

Freedom of centuries was lost in days

The autumn thunder in their hearts had died