Folk i gevär
Fyrdung
People with Guns
The Northmen's dawning land of the future, rises from golden clouds
Here we stand firm against the enemy's chains, coming from forests and towns
Yes, the people who bled, when foreign hordes
Devastated our land, we call for gathering:
People with guns! People with guns!
The workers' human rights have been stolen, the strength and the toil taken away
Even though the sweetest promises were made, the little ones cry for food!
For starving crowds that were cowardly betrayed
By the traps of the gold power, tyrants who ruled:
People with guns! People with guns!
Yes, let us become a people with guns until freedom is won
Blue-clad leaders now swear their loyalty, no better solution can be found!
In step we march towards the light in the east
And soon thousands of voices will repeat:
People with guns! People with guns!
