Old times of pagan customs
Times of darkness
Belong now to the past
Times have come
Where idols can't stand
Within the once dark land
A white realm arises

Crusaders for the Mighty
Enter the land with storm
Now upon the proud mountains
A holy throne is built

The time has come
For Christ to hold sway
Because the evil empire is defeated
Now the good hordes
Invade the scenery
That belongs to The Mighty One

Throughout the land
Christ's love is spread
To build this
A holy realm
Never will this white realm fall
Like the evil did

Proudly I raise my voice to praise
The Almighty who won the fight
Who shed His blood