اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
From the fields
Of given blood
Walking home from
The fight already won
We spread
The pestilence
To the crowd
Screaming for mercy
We carry the crown
Back to the throne
Of our fathers
Oh, frostland
We crushed their houses
Build on your pure land
No man can disgrace
Your name
Their fathers deeds
Revenged by our hands
We are the righteous ones
To behold your crown
Bleeding in the eternal frost
Frostland our Fatherland
