Moonsorrow - Realm Of Red Snow lyrics

To arms, o' warriors of the north!

On our fathers' holy ground

an enemy against us

shan't be crowned but with his death.

Those christians shall be expelled.

On their pearly gates

they shall be baptised in their blood.

You miserable, weak proselytizers

who dare step onto our path.

Be damned, ye children of heaven,

death eternal awaits.

Now grasp your swords!

We won't grant you a drop.

Soon the ground shall turn red...

and the blood flows!

Die!

Vanish from our ground, never turn,

suffer the measure you deserve.

This decadent heir of the image of god

shall not usurp our land for devastation.

The son of Jehovah deserves no honour.