Blow of new winds against your face Cold rain no more cleanses northern soil What never felt like yours, is recognized Feeling of belonging arises when its taken away Last morning of old north calling for its soldiers Ahead is unknown times where becoming slave of the enemy In these shadowed woods and bright lakes Lives spirit of Nordic beast Still burning deep in the chest Suffocated by the victories of the enemy Denied by its own traitors, willful slaves How long the beasts will be sleeping?
willful, slave, beast, enemy, nordic