Vår gud över er

Wintershire, we defend, up hills high

Into the dark weave of a great dark storm

Cold, red snow, from their flow from sword and bow

Kings and men, fall or fight, a punishing

Everywhere, thousands lie. God almighty!

Driving them from our land to their sea

Great fathers and sons, brothers everyone

Out upon that scene, under wintersun

Draw your blade once more. From the trees they pour

Say a prayer out loud. Let us end this war

Sweat at the sword and the killing hand

Let the steel answer them. Show no mercy!

And snow leaves a drift of sin and loathing

Yet they come evermore. What is this!

Many fell today, and their bodies lay

All across this land as their spirit fades

Name upon name, fabled and brave

Years of doing this, but they always came

My wounds let me know the rage of winter and the world

Every hour, I'm broken down. I will not kneel before you broken

Nearer now, their faces clear. And books held in bloodstained gloves

Right from here I can see the whole world dying in their flames

In the beginning, were the words they forced into me

Pages inked in blood. A new God comes to save us all