Settled alone in grim lands
At the edge of endless woods
They sailed too long, they risked a lot
To follow then ladmasters rule
They brought their daughters and sons
They landed at the shore
They took this land but soon the white sand
Will absorb spilled blood and gore
They proudly stood, they lived by their law
Soon they realized they were not alone
Sons of this land - finnish tongue bjarms
Made mighty sorcery took weapons in arms
To kill these mean aliens, to take their goods
To take back the land, be cruel and rude
But invaders from South disturbed their plans
Slavic tribes started conquest of this land
Tribe war began there's no allies and friends
Settlers fought mad to defend what they had
No help from nowhere, if they not who will care?
Even strength of their swords won't defeat all these hordes!
But once's made a one
So masterly done
By old skillfull hand
Can't be broken or bend
The magnificent sword
Of sky steel and red gold
Sharpest blade like
Sea chained with sky!
Thirsty for blood
Dams the enemy flood
Foes lives it will take
Can't be bent, can't break