Heathen Throne

This hate inside me It is constantly growing Years of hollow lies Made pagan hatred rise They came with their troops Destroying land and roots Abominations under the sun They and their poisoned truth One by one my people fell Under their deceptive spell How many sons of the North had to fall? Before our eyes could see; This isn't how it should be! "Under the Northern star We shed our blood With the call of a battle horn We raise our swords Behind the fields of blood There's a haven for us Deep in the woods of the North Rises the Heathen Throne" [Kalevala] Upholder of the skies For too long has your name been despised Give us your strength and courage When we meet our nemesis On the shores that used to be The place we called home Our land and faith are raped Somehow they're going to pay Grant us your revenge We are not afraid of death Let none of them ever more Lay a hopeful gaze upon the sky