Kuumilla porteilla [English translation]

We few men of honor

stand against the raider

With blood are our lines drawn here

it holds like our iron grasp

So a man throws himself on my path

who has heard the sounds of my marching

The bloody trails lead to me

blazing villages I leave behind

Man cannot avoid his fate

but I get to die in good company

Now is my time to be fearless

I can grab a sword

and believe in the strength of our troop

I perfect our gory path

Ha! You can't stop a god

you try to fell a wolf with a spear

my troops march behind your back

you and your men will be destroyed

Now I see it, the lustre of spirits of heroes

I stand with the troops, fighting and not backing down

I can grab a sword

and believe in the strength of our troop

I perfect our gory path

Die fighting

Die like heroes

Like great men