November mist, a silent nighte Starv'd to deathe I awaite the fighte The sounde of hooves in the breake of dawne The calme before the storme
The drums asound, hear the horns atone To sounde the charge on this icy morne Oute of the crowde a knighte cometh forthe The Lion of the northe
White lightning, gunpowder in the air Salvation, desir'd across the lande
We came, we foughte withe the Lion of the northe On Streiff he was riding aheade We stand, we fighte withe the Lion of the northe The saviour from up highe above hath come
He rode along all his rows of men Up highe on Streiff, saluting them The Lion spoke and we swore to fighte On these frozen fieldes we'd die He turn'd his face to the foes that day Throughe the dwindling mist he had pav'd his way He rais'd his sworde to attacke the hordes Oh the Lion of the northe
White lightning, gunpowder in the air Salvation, the cry throughoute the lande
We came, we foughte withe the Lion of the northe On Streiff he was riding aheade We stand, we fighte withe the Lion of the northe The saviour from up highe above hath come
[Solo]
Erblicket, ett lejon! I rimfrost han ridar fram Och han draer sitt vapen, sveas konung det Àr han Han hÀlsar sina mannar och pÄ Streiff mot fienden Ett lejon frÄn höga nord, ska Àras pÄ vÄr jord
[Solo]
Erblicket, ett lejon! I rimfrost han ridar fram Och han draer sitt vapen, sveas konung det Àr han Han hÀlsar sina mannar och pÄ Streiff mot fienden Ett lejon, son frÄn norden, vi han ska Àra pÄ vÄr jord