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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 Garlics 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