Lyrics:

Sounds of iron, hard at work
Flames of triumph, we'll get
Keep that hammer pounding
This autumn of no regret

Keep our mountains free
Our shores clean of thee
Blacksmith of the north
Ancient fire is burning in me

The black rain is harsh
But they will learn
Our fathers of old
Not hearing the yearns

Keep our mountains free
Our shores clean of thee
Blacksmith of the north
Ancient fire is burning in me