Blood & Iron - Hulkoff

May the light of seven stars ever shine upon thy way

May you never stray too far from Helsingja bay

May the sight of blood and iron

Through the smoke of sacrifice

Ever soar and touch the Welkins

Until Gaelics sons may rise

Until Garlics sons may rise

May the enchanted northern lights ever dance upon your skies

May the longest, coldest night bring the light to your eyes

Light the beacon, light the bonfire, let the carnyx sound anew

For the spirit of the Viking-Celtic heir of old Kainuu

Heir of old Kainuu

May the skulls of our foes become horns for our mead

Like the sap of birches flow, our enemies shall bleed

Let the old ways live and prosper in the hearts of our young

Let the songs alas forgotten, no longer rest unsung

No longer rest unsung