Time!
 [bad word] to wash our shame away
 to erase the image of defeat
 We!
 have licked our wounds,restored our strength
 and our vengeance will be oh so sweet

 They thought they had us down
 that we'd never rise again
 they will learn that they were deadly wrong
 what's owed will be repaid

 Again we'll feed the wolves
 and then vengeance will be ours
 we'll split their skulls and spill their guts
 upon the frozen ground
 Yeah,we'll never kneel again
 not to deity nor men
 now they'll taste our bitter hate
 what's owed will be repaid

 So raise the flag once more
 and the eagle will be fed
 once again we march to war
 for victory or death

 They arrived with talk of hvitekrist
 by force they wanted us to kneel
 with their swords held to our throats they preached
 but we will make them pay we'll take their lives away

 [solo: Mikkonen]

 So Raise!
 raise the flag once more
 in the east the eagle will be fed
 March!
 again we march to war
 we will march for victory or death
 Pain!
 the pain and suffering
 is but a bleak and distant fading dream
 Shame!
 our disgrace; a withering thought
 finally our names will be redeemed