And we march on through the frigid night, In the shadow of our forefathers We brave the winter's might Soldiering across this barren Land to where we'll join our kin And resist the invading warriors Of christendom who're threatening To destroy our very way of life Lay siege to the cross Don't let them gain upon your ground Fight to defend your clan Cut every last one of them down ...Before they kill us all And put our women and children To their swords and burning stakes And raze our temples and destroy our lore, our tales of old Traditions handed down for eons, from the bards, we're told We must not let this be our fate