Turn your gaze from the screen
From the safety, the warmth
From your smartphone
Turn around from these baits
And see reality
Your existence is borrowed
Hear what they say
And bend, you plebeians
They own your soul and person
Pay your taxes
And be grateful that
You got a right to unrestricted consumption
The masses shall be led by plays and bread
What shall become of our high north
When the hunger tears severly
Hear me, you sons of frozen earth
Hunt wild, hunt hard
Corruption fills the halls
Where the finances speak
To unworldly commercialism
The collapse is close
We can no longer bear
The yoke of corporatist fascism
See towards the horizont
Over there is the front
The free man's bastion
Where the corporations
Face the knife
Where freedom reigns alone
Now the masses shall be reduced through destruction and death
What shall become of our high north
When the hunger tears severly
Hear me, you sons of frozen earth
Hunt wild, hunt hard
You buy the dream
You follow the stream
And eat poisonous food
And meanwhile
The battle is lost
To the new world order's state
What shall become of our high north
When the hunger tears severly
Hear me, you sons of frozen earth
Hunt wild, hunt hard
Hunt wild, hunt hard
Hunt wild, hunt hard
Hunt wild, hunt hard
Hunt wild, hunt hard