In the eternal night, the beast prepared
A crash from the horn's cage
A raw child of the Pimentola
Forged in that fire
When you are killed, you kill him
In the soil lies the master of murder
Saattopäipäivä day In the end
Iron skull tamed
Kalma thanks the killer
They have closed their eyes
The last sentence
Gets his day ¤ slept
I saw through the empty gaze
And the flame extinguished
The scotch cover of the cold winter
The slave is captured by the water
But the blackness is brightness
For whom the last memory remains
Louhettare's lips are soft
Kissing the cold chest
In the cradle of the Holy Land
In the middle of the shadow dance
The flesh tasted gluttonous iron
In rhythm with the march of death