Wandering through the northern land.
We resisted the traps of fire and snow.
It seems to be that our enemies are back,
forces of nature which want to stop us now.
A storm will follow.
See the water flowing!
The flood is coming near and nearer.
Hear the crying rain!
With our faith
we´ll always stand side by side!
This is our fate,
together we don´t need to hide!
When the winter starts in his white, darkened coat
We go back to the ocean and flee in our boats!
A storm will follow.
See the water flowing!
The flood is coming!
Hear the laughing rain!
We take a look at the battleground,
see our comrades dying and mourning.
We lost that battle, but we never give up!
In our heathen hearts there is still a fire. Burning!