At the tables of the North Man is used to blizzards and storms Their arms are tempered by the work of their swords Gallantness and faith fills their hearts The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds In a smithy high up in the skies On an anvil of honour, with a hammer of blood The four winds pounded The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds In a smithy high up in the skies On an anvil of courage, with a hammer of sweat The four winds pounded Over vast steppes Horsemen ride for day and night With honour and glory in their minds The Eastmen ride Under the sun The soldiers of the South sing their songs Endless scorching deserts Have trained these men Take this sign into Your heart and be brave Let it lead You to Your glory or Your grave Today Hear Me, My warriors Soldiers from all the edges of the world Let us join Our forces To an army, united The four winds guide Us The heart of Turisas leads Our way Our drums echo: Forward march Our horns cry for victory Beyond the ocean The warriors of the West bend their bows In the name of the Eagle These brave men fight The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds In a smithy high up in the skies On an anvil of glory, with a hammer of tears The four winds pounded