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
lala Through the door there came familiar laughter. I saw your face and heard you call my name. Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser, For in our hearts
: Far away, Beyond the bay Rugged hills tower over the woods A fort stands steadfastly on each top No pinewood this enchanting at night, Nor water so
lah lala Through the door there came familiar laughter. I saw your face and heard you call my name. Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser, For in our hearts
Far away, Beyond the bay Rugged hills tower over the woods A fort stands steadfastly on each top No pinewood this enchanting at night, Nor water so blue
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