Barricade the gates For the true northmen come Buckle under the weight By the coming of the storm When you realize You're the cause of these troubled times You'll get your just deserves For your treachery you pay ten fold When you realize You still the cause of these troubled times What choice were we given? Capitulate or be destroyed Bow down before the aggressor Brought to your knees, now beg Show not mercy but violence Succumb to the coming storm Five times invaded Five times you failed To pluck that jewel from the northern crown You, so many in number We, so many in few Now we march to the gates of your capital White flags are waving A city incinerated The wrath brought down by the aggressor Women and children are screaming You brought this war to us Throw up your hands and surrender 1812, I still remember That burning image in my mind As we set your capital to the torch