November mist, a silent nightenStarv'd to deathe I awaite the fightenThe sounde of hooves in the breake of dawnenThe calme before the stormennThe drums asound, hear the horns atonenTo sounde the charge on this icy mornenOute of the crowde a knighte cometh forthenThe Lion of the northennWhite lightning, gunpowder in the airnSalvation, desir'd across the landennWe came, we foughte withe the Lion of the northenOn Streiff he was riding aheadenWe stand, we fighte withe the Lion of the northenThe saviour from up highe above hath comennHe rode along all his rows of mennUp highe on Streiff, saluting themnThe Lion spoke and we swore to fightenOn these frozen fieldes we'd dienHe turn'd his face to the foes that daynThroughe the dwindling mist he had pav'd his waynHe rais'd his sworde to attacke the hordesnOh the Lion of the northennWhite lightning, gunpowder in the airnSalvation, the cry throughoute the landennWe came, we foughte withe the Lion of the northenOn Streiff he was riding aheadenWe stand, we fighte withe the Lion of the northenThe saviour from up highe above hath comenn[Solo]nnErblicket, ett lejon! I rimfrost han ridar framnOch han draer sitt vapen, sveas konung det är hannHan hälsar sina mannar och på Streiff mot fiendennEtt lejon från höga nord, ska äras på vår jordnn[Solo]nnErblicket, ett lejon! I rimfrost han ridar framnOch han draer sitt vapen, sveas konung det är hannHan hälsar sina mannar och på Streiff mot fiendennEtt lejon, son från norden, vi han ska ära på vår jord