Up from the North we come From the land of a thousand lakes A heathen force from the once proud Northland Where pines are covered with snowflakes Pagan warriors, hear our battlehymn Help our words soar high Thou shall be greeted with our mighty hail Our star is on rise! Break the chains of enslavement Time will come for the enslavers to pay One winter solstice we shall gather together And it will be their doomsday! Pagan warriors, hear our battlehymn Help our words soar high Thou shall be greeted with our mighty hail Our star is on rise! Our star is now dim But getting brighter It will replace the enslaver sun Hear us, brothers and sisters A new day is dawning Upon us heirs of the Northstar Pagan warriors, hear our battlehymn Help our words soar high Thou shall be greeted with our mighty hail Our star is on rise!