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