May the light of seven stars ever shine upon thy way May you never stray too far from Helsingja bay May the sight of blood and iron Through the smoke of sacrifice Ever soar and touch the Welkins Until Gaelics sons may rise Until Gaelics sons may rise May the enchanted northern lights ever dance upon your skies May the longest, coldest night bring the light to your eyes Light the beacon, light the bonfire, let the carnyx sound anew For the spirit of the Viking-Celtic heir of old Kainuu Heir of old Kainuu May the skulls of our foes become horns for our mead Like the sap of birches flow, our enemies shall bleed Let the old ways live and prosper in the hearts of our young Let the songs alas forgotten, no longer rest unsung No longer rest unsung