Son Of North - Crimfall

Ota perkele pahin poikasi

Joka on pitempi itseasi

Mene pimeahan Pohjolahan

Paivan paistamattomahan

Rise son yet no man

Ice anoint, cold baptize

Old names cast aside

Frostborn

Son of north

Onto the arms of war

Son of north

Rise son yet no man

One eye of white with raven’s sight

Your life it belongs to this land

And demise our vermillion guide

Trail ahead foreseen

Is dark indeed

And devotion heeds

Mere wisps in between

Dead begotten son

When threads are few

They must be strong

Deliver us from life