Last Morning Of Old North

Blow of new winds against your face

Cold rain no more cleanses northern soil

What never felt like yours, is recognized

Feeling of belonging arises when it's taken away

Last morning of old north

calling for its soldiers

Ahead is unknown times

where becoming slave of the enemy

In these shadowed woods and bright lakes

Lives spirit of Nordic beast

Still burning deep in the chest

Suffocated by the victories of the enemy

Denied by its own traitors, willful slaves

How long the beasts will be sleeping?