Like a battleaxe... Like a hammer of war... Harder than the rocks Of this once mystical land... The coming of christ... The old ways lost... But the fire still burns. In the night of Pohjola... I can stand the wind and the rain... I can crush the mountains in my way 'cos I'm made of iron... In the night, the northstar is shining bright. Since the dawn of time... I can stand the wind and the rain... I can crush the mountains in my way 'cos I'm made of iron...