The day of vengeance cometh, the day of wrath draws nigh
The spirit that was broken did not die
A life for every taken life, a tongue for every lie
One eye for every tear we ever cried

I yearn to see the pyres, one hundred ells up high
Where corpses stacked doth smoke like burning rye
I long to hear the sound of arrows, in my dreams I see them fly
Like hail of judgement raining from the sky

I call everyone, of Fornjotr's sons
To join in the march of the Kven
With King Nóri’s wrath
We pave our path
And Kvenland shall rise again
Kvenland shall rise again

I linger and I bide my time
I wait and watch and hark
Charles' wain is the beacon in the dark
The Gods of Yore are watching those who bear the ancient mark
The bonfires are awaiting the spark

I call everyone, of Fornjotr's sons
To join in the march of the Kven
With King Nóri’s wrath We pave our path
And Kvenland shall rise again
Kvenland shall rise again
Fornjotr's sons Stand, do not run
We're facing the fate of the Kven
With King Nóri's wrath
We pave our path
And Kvenland shall rise again
Kvenland shall rise again