On a black cold winter morning
Everything was silent
Only the thunder roared
As he saw hes children
Marching across the plains

Many brave men had come
From the great flats
of the freezing north
To let the ground run red
with their enemies blood

Many swords, axes and hammers
Were raised in the names of their fathers
Enemies screamed in horror and panic
As they saw the gleam in their eyes

No quarter asked
No quarter given
They would fight
To the last man

Finally the warcries were shouted
Hakkaa päälle!
So they did on a black cold winter night
Echoes of the battle cried across the land

As the thunder roared
As he saw hes children
Fighting to the last man
Fighting to their death

No quarter asked
No quarter given
Everyone died
To the last man