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 This hate  me,
 It is constantly 
  of hollow lies,
 Made pagan hatred 
 
 They came with  troops,
  land and roots.
 Abominations under  sun,
 They and their  truth.
 
 One by  my people fell,
  their deceptive spell.
 How  sons of the
 Northe,  to fall?
  our eyes could see;
 This isn't how it  be!
 
  the Northern star
 We  our blood.
 With  call of a battle horn.
 We  our swords.
 Behind the fields  blood,
  a haven for us.
 Deep in the woods of the 
 Rises the Heathen 
 [Kalevala]
 
 Upholder  the skies,
 For too  has your name been
 Despised,
 Give us your  and courage.
 When we meet our 
 On the  that used to be,
 The place we  home.
 
 Our land  faith are raped,
 Somehow  going to pay.
 
 Grant us your 
 We are not afraid  death.
 Let none of them ever more, EVER 
 Lay a hopeful  upon the sky