At the tables of the NorthnMan is used to blizzards and stormsnTheir arms are tempered by the work of their swordsnGallantness and faith fills their hearts nnThe heart of Turisas was forged by four windsnIn a smithy high up in the skiesnOn an anvil of honour, with a hammer of bloodnThe four winds pounded nnThe heart of Turisas was forged by four windsnIn a smithy high up in the skiesnOn an anvil of courage, with a hammer of sweatnThe four winds pounded nnOver vast steppesnHorsemen ride for day and nightnWith honour and glory in their mindsnThe Eastmen ride nnUnder the sunnThe soldiers of the South sing their songsnEndless scorching desertsnHave trained these men nnTake this sign into your heart and be bravenLet it lead you to your glory or your gravenToday nnHear me, my warriorsnSoldiers from all the edges of the worldnLet us join our forcesnTo an army, united nnThe four winds guide usnThe heart of Turisas leads our waynOur drums echo: Forward marchnOur horns cry for victory nnBeyond the oceannThe warriors of the West bend their bowsnIn the name of the eaglenThese brave men fight nnThe heart of Turisas was forged by four windsnIn a smithy high up in the skiesnOn an anvil of glory, with a hammer of tearsnThe four winds pounded