Sacred Land - Ice War

On shores they land, with wooden round shields, standing tall

The northern man, weapons in hand, shall take it all

Helmets of glory

Shining armour

On sacred land we see the future

On sacred land

For our children we will die

On sacred land foreseeing future

On sacred land

For our children we will die

Our mighty arrows, piercing through hearts of invaders

This is the place, the land of our ancestors

The serpent ships

Ultima Thule