Moonsorrow — Taistelu Pohjolasta song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Taistelu Pohjolasta" by Moonsorrow.
Lyrics
Aseisiin, oi pohjoisen soturit!
Isiemme pyhällämaalla
vihollinen meitävastaan
kruunataan vain kuolemallaan.
Kristityt karkoitetaan.
Taivaansa porteilla
verellän kastetaan.
Te kurjat, heikot käännyttäjät
jotka astutte meidän tiellemme.
Kadotukseen, taivaan lapset,
kuolema ikuinen odottaa.
Miekkoihin tarttukaa!
Emme pisaraakaan teille suo.
Kohta punaiseksi värjäytyy maa…
veri virtaa!
Kuolkaa!
Poistukaa meidän maaltamme
ja kärsikäärangaistuksenne.
Jumalankuvien perilliset
eivät maatamme anasta tuhotakseen.
Ei Jehovan poika ansaitse kunniaa.
…ja kun veri lakkaa virtaamasta
tiedät meidän voittaneen.
Kuollut on se sädekehä
joka heidät ympäröi.
Tappava sen miekan terä
joka voiton sinetöi.
Hyytäväon pakkanen
joka meitäsyleilee.
Metsät, aavat pohjoisäen
vapaudestaan kiittelee.
Jääkentät kimaltelevat,
verisinäsäihkyvät.
Järvet luovat loistettaan
talven valtakunnassaan.
To arms, o' warriors of the north!
On our fathers' holy ground
an enemy against us shan’t be crowned but with his death.
Those christians shall be expelled.
On their pearly gates
they shall be baptised in their blood.
You miserable, weak proselytizers
who dare step onto our path.
Be damned, ye children of heaven,
death eternal awaits.
Now grasp your swords!
We won’t grant you a drop.
Soon the ground shall turn red…
and the blood flows!
Die!
Vanish from our ground, never turn,
suffer the measure you deserve.
This decadent heir of the image of god
shall not usurp our land for devastation.
The son of Jehovah deserves no honour.
…and when the flows of blood cease
you shall know that we have won.
Dead is the halo
and no more shine surrounding them.
One sword, one lethal blow
thus did seal the victory.
Freezing is the air
that is now embracing us.
All the forests, all the plains in the north
are grateful for their freedom.
Icy fields are glittering,
shooting forth the glare of blood.
Lakes cast their shine through the skies
in this wintry kingdom.
Lyrics translation
Weapons, O warriors of the North!
On the Holy Land of our fathers
the enemy against us
we'll only be crowned with death.
Christians are expelled.
At the gates of his Heaven
blood is baptized.
You poor, weak converts
who you stand in our way.
Damnation, children of heaven,
death forever awaits.
Take the swords!
We don't give you a drop.
The ground will soon turn red…
blood is flowing!
Die!die!
Leave our land
and your punishment.
Heirs of God images
not to destroy our country Ana.
The son of Jehovah does not deserve the honor.
...and when the blood stops flowing
you know we won.
Dead is the halo
who surrounds them.
Deadly blade of that sword
every victory sealed.
Chilling Frost
that's the kind of thing that's going on.
Forests, highlands of the North
thanks for your freedom.
Ice fields sparkle,
blood-spattered.
Lakes create their shine
winter in his kingdom.
To arms, O ' warriors of the north!
On our fathers ' holy ground
an enemy against us shan't be crowned but with his death.
Those christians shall be extirpated.
On their pearly gates
they shall be baptized in their blood.
You miserable, weak proselytizers
who dare step on our path.
Be damned, ye children of heaven,
death eternal Awards.
Now grasp your swords!
We won't grant you a drop.
Soon the ground shall turn red…
and the blood flows!
Die!
Vanish from our ground, never turn,
suffer the measure you desire.
This decadent heir of the image of god
shall not usurp our land for destruction.
The son of Jehovah deserves no honor.
...and when the flowers of blood come
you shall know that we have won.
Dead is the halo
and no more shine surrounding them.
One sword, one lethal blow
thus did seal the victory.
Freezing is the air
that is now embarking us.
All the forests, all the plains in the north
are grateful for their freedom.
Icy fields are glittering,
shooting forth the glare of blood.
Lakes cast their shine through the skies
in this wintry kingdom.