Cold autumn rain, fields new-plowed
A sludgy bane, far from home
The time has come, our troops march on
A silent hum, a cheerful song
The snowy north is our fatherland
There, our hearth crackles on the windy beaches
There, next to the sword, our sinewy arms grew
There, our chests burned with passion for our faith and our honour
We watered our cold horse in the Neva river
He swam over the Vistula river as happy as ever
He carried our steel of revenge over the Rhine river
He drank from the emperors bowl out of the Danube river
And if we ride over plains and vales
Then fire sparks from the hoofs
Then our strike hails down like a hammer
Then the world starts to shine before the future
In morning mist, dark lines stand still
With clenched fists, against her will
At the break of dawn, our forces assemble
A distant horn, soon cannons will rumble
A shroud of smoke, an iron breeze
A man of hope, hell unleashed
A glove of steel (sweeps the) front line down
A white lone steed, a fallen crown
The snowy north is our fatherland
There, our hearth crackles on the windy beaches
There, next to the sword, our sinewy arms grew
There, our chests burned with passion for our faith and our honour
Our comfort to you who sigh in darkness and shackles
We're coming, we're coming, we'll free you
There are no panting slaves in our frozen north
We ride free into the fields for the words of God
At Breitenfeld we conquered over Pappenheim
We wrote our names on the chain from Cronenberg
We burned our grey beards at the battle of Rain
We bled with royal blood at the battle of Lützen
And if we ride far away from our northern path
Towards shining grapes and bleeding wounds
Then the message of victory will rattle from the trumpets
March on, brave forces! Onwards! God is with us
Out of the dust, past our ranks
Came a mount without a master
Blood-stained it strode all alone
Each one knew The Oak had fallen
Strike against the son of north! 1
Ride for revenge, we march again for the King and the mighty
Feel no fatigue, your wounds will heal when we've slain the foe
So greedy
1. This was the battlecry of the Hakkapeliitta during the Thirty Years' War