At the tables of the North
Man is used to blizzards and storms
Their arms are tempered by the work of their
swords
Gallantness and faith fills their hearts
The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds
In a smithy high up in the
skies
On an anvil of honour, with a hammer of blood
The four winds pounded
The heart of Turisas was forged by four
winds
In a smithy high up in the skies
On an anvil of courage, with a hammer of sweat
The four winds pounded
Over vast
steppes
Horsemen ride for day and night
With honour and glory in their minds
The Eastmen ride
Under the sun
The
soldiers of the South sing their songs
Endless scorching deserts
Have trained these men
Take this sign into Your heart and
be brave
Let it lead You to Your glory or Your grave
Today
Hear Me, My warriors
Soldiers from all the edges of the
world
Let us join Our forces
To an army, united
The four winds guide Us
The heart of Turisas leads Our way
Our drums
echo: Forward march
Our horns cry for victory
Beyond the ocean
The warriors of the West bend their bows
In the name of
the Eagle
These brave men fight
The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds
In a smithy high up in the skies
On an
anvil of glory, with a hammer of tears
The four winds pounded
