Sons of the Nord - Nomans Land

Severe Nord taught us

That misery makes you strong

Hunger makes you a hunter

In the sufferings we are all alone

Dark northern sky showed

That life is to perish soon

Take what you can in allotted time

Die free with no sorrow

Our thoughts are grey clouds with the rain

Our will is the edge of the steel

Our anger is breath of the cold

That’s why strike with our swords on the spot

Mighty rocks made us

Skillful and unbreakable breed

Many were crushed with our shields

Like waves by the shore

Northern sea made us

Friends with the winds and storms

We appear from nowhere

Suddenly fall like the doom