Land of Ice

Talking about a land that is made of ice.
A land of the North that is full of pride.
Hearts full of fire, forests full of snow.

Always made welcome by the friends we know.
As we board the Swedish ferry and journey through the night.
Gothenburg is waiting, hearts of fire, land of ice.
Hearts of fire, land of ice.

We cross the mighty ocean and arrive the next day, comrades are waiting on the dock of the bay.
We toast old friendships as we shake their hands.
We swear to keep on fighting to release our lands.
The next day on to Stockholm to meet comrades of the fight.
Their pride is Sweden’s struggle, hearts of fire, land of ice.
Hearts of fire, land of ice.

Bevara Sverige Svenskt is the slogan there.
Nordic pride is the thing they share.
To save their northern country from the Marxist plague, to stop their country dying they fight every day.
They’re fighting in Uppsala, in Södertälje they fight, in Boras and in Malmö, hearts of fire, land of ice.
Hearts of fire, land of ice.