The day of vengeance cometh, the day of wrath draws nigh The spirit that was broken did not die A life for every taken life, a tongue for every lie One eye for every tear we ever cried
I yearn to see the pyres, one hundred ells up high Where corpses stacked doth smoke like burning rye I long to hear the sound of arrows, in my dreams I see them fly Like hail of judgement raining from the sky
I call everyone, of Fornjotr's sons To join in the march of the Kven With King Nóri's wrath We pave our path And Kvenland shall rise again Kvenland shall rise again
I linger and I bide my time, I wait and watch and hark Charles' wain is the beacon in the dark The Gods of Yore are watching those who bear the ancient mark The bonfires are awaiting the spark
I call everyone, of Fornjotr's sons To join in the march of the Kven With King Nóri's wrath We pave our path And Kvenland shall rise again Kvenland shall rise again
Fornjotr's sons Stand, do not run We're facing the fate of the Kven With King Nóri's wrath We pave our path And Kvenland shall rise again Kvenland shall rise againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
