| Terve Suomi, Isanmaa!
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| Your song will echo ever long
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| Burnt with pride into our heart
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| With honor marked on our souls
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| Your blue eyes are the thousand lakes
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| Our banner white and blue
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| You are clad in white of the winter
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| Beauty of the north so true
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| And the nights of summer they are bright
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| With endless sun among the stars
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| And forests vast and cruel
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| Breathe the culture of our race
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| We are from the Cavalry Town
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| Once with name Lapwestrandh
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| Once again we will return
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| Regain the pagan past
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| Every flag will celebrate our sign
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| Iron sunwheel of the gods
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| We will rid the land of the plague
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| Brun the churches to the ground
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| Comradeship through iron and blood
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| We unite in sacred war
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| Our hearts forged unto battle
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| Thristing for the victory
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| There is nothing stopping our march
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| Black holocaust funeral march
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| Terve Suomi, Isanmaa
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| With blood and honor, iron and blasphemy |