Ota perkele pahin poikasi
Joka on pitempi itseasi
Mene pimeahan Pohjolahan
Paivan paistamattomahan
Rise son yet no man
Ice anoint, cold baptize
Old names cast aside
Frostborn
Son of north
Onto the arms of war
Son of north
Rise son yet no man
One eye of white with raven's sight
Your life it belongs to this land
And demise our vermillion guide
Trail ahead foreseen
Is dark indeed
And devotion heeds
Mere wisps in between
Dead begotten son
When threads are few
They must be strong
Deliver us from life
