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