Lo the hunter of the northeast realm
Tooth for totem, and beast for helm
Descendants of the last neanderthal
Climbed our fathers the cliffs of the mountains of Ural

Their blades were bronzen, long and never dull
Bound for hides and for the taking of skulls
Through the centuries we have endured
On the path of the hunter, that prepare us for war

We take trophies of the dead
So be careful not to loose your precious head
This is ancient holy ground
By the Kurgan Mound

With Scythian recurves upon dragon wings
The red-haired asket brought the line of kings
Sarmatian mothers nurtured royal blood
And in Kainuu their children ascended to gods

Thules winter branded eye and skin
Thassis’ eyes watched over Etunaz kin
Chud and Saka became Vinoviloth
The Cwenas, Winnili, the Saxon and the Goth