A gathering in the cold, in the North, in the dark lands of Pohjola
   Where the sun had not been crossing the sky nor seen for centuries...
  
   We were brought together by oaths we had once sworn - by blood...
   ...once together drawn...
  
   We had gathered all our forces
   Called together all the heroes
   Equipped a hundred swordsmen
   And a thousand men with crossbows
  
   Strengthened by hate and the thirst for the enemies' blood
   We lay in wait for the season of no light
   We had seen the frozen mist - we weren't afraid to die
   And the oaths we had sworn gave a reason to live on
  
   A Calm before the Storm
   (We were) Awaiting the Winter Frost
  
   ...And then a storm arose in fury
   The sky was shattered by lightning...
  
   Awaiting the Winter Frost
   As the sky blackened and the stars turned red
   The frost greeted us with a cold northern breeze
   Off with their heads! Off with their fuckin' heads!!!
   Oh, the time had come...
   To slaughter the hordes of cowardice
   And cleanse the North from lies
  
   We had gathered all our forces
   Called together all the heroes
   Equipped a hundred swordsmen
   And a thousand men with crossbows
  
   We raised our swords
   Grasped the irons
   Lifted our bows
   And chose the arrows
  
   The false ones' hordes were put to the sword
   The strong and the weak, one by one...
   Their race was slaughtered to the very last man
   Our bloodfend was done as their bodies reddened the land
  
   Awaiting the Winter Frost
   The reign of the dark and the cold
   The spell of pure hate
  
   Awaiting the Winter Frost
  
   And the heathen peace was found