| A name uttered with fear | |
| No smile, no tears | |
| They'll crush your skull with a blow | |
| And pile them in a row | |
| 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 | |
| Battle Metal! | |
| As the battle rages the dearest to you, you hold in your hand - | |
| And stick in their lungs! | |
| An iron gaze of a hawk | |
| Out of sight they stalk | |
| Their arrows cut the air an they fly | |
| Death from the sky | |
| Thunder in their eyes | |
| A riding demise | |
| Storming over the men on the field | |
| Breaking their shield | |
| 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 | |
| Four winds will guide us | |
| The Heart of Turisas will lead our way | |
| Our drums echo: Forward march | |
| Our horns cry for victory | |
| Boldest of them all | |
| They've answered the call | |
| Their arms were strenghtened by the work of their swords | |
| They'll march till they fall | |
| 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 |