Like a battleaxe...
Like a hammer of war...
Harder than the rocks
Of this once mystical land...
The coming of christ...
The old ways lost...
But the fire still burns.
In the night of Pohjola...
I can stand the wind and the rain...
I can crush the mountains in my way 'cos I'm made of iron...
In the night, the northstar is shining bright.
Since the dawn of time...
I can stand the wind and the rain...
I can crush the mountains in my way 'cos I'm made of iron...