Texty:
Turisas The Heart Of Turisas

North Man is used to blizzards and storms Their arms are tempered by the work of their swords Gallantness and faith fills their hearts The heart of Turisas

lala Through the door there came familiar laughter. I saw your face and heard you call my name. Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser, For in our hearts

lah lala Through the door there came familiar laughter. I saw your face and heard you call my name. Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser, For in our hearts

the North Man is used to blizzards and storms Their arms are tempered by the work of their swords Gallantness and faith fills their hearts The heart of Turisas