歌词：Metsatöll. Iivakivi. Sõjasarv.

Jookske soed, joudke
saage sarviku jarele
tooge ne sarve tagasi
ma vii sarve sepa katte
sepakene, sellikene
sepapoja, poole selli
valavad mul vaskilutu
sojasarve mehise

Kiskuge kukilt sarvikul sarve
sarve mil moot on kolada kaugel
et saaks viia se sarve sepal.
Sepakesed sellikesed
sepapojad pooled sellid
valage meil vasksed sarved
sojasarved huudma karged

Mis teha kui kuulnud on korv
kaugusest seletand silm
vagi ligineb kui torv
ja koigile kibeneb ilm.
Saadame soed, sutetud silmil
saadame sarvikul jarele
hallidest haavikuist habage
koobastes kolades krabage

Tulge pojad koigist kandist
huudmas kui on soja sarve
sojasarve sepamehelt
vae uhte kutsuja

Tarretage tuuled tummaks
kummutage kimbatused
lakitage laigatusi
tarmu tulva tegudesse.
Sellega ma kokku kutsun
pojad koigist kuladest
kui on saabnud vaenuvagi
seisma oma kodu eest.


English Translation (Battle Horn)


Run you wolves, overtake
Catch up with the old Horned One
Bring back those horns
I will take the horns to the blacksmith
Blacksmith and his apprentice
Blacksmith?s sons, all you good folk
Cast me a copper bugle
Hefty battle horn

Tear the horn from the Horned One?s nape
A horn whose measure is to resound out loud
So that we can take this horn to the blacksmith.
Blacksmiths and their apprentices
Blacksmith?s sons, all you good folk
Cast for us those brazen horns
Battle horns to ring out loud

What shall we do when the ear has heard
The eyes have seen from distance
The host closing in like tar
And the world turns sour for all.
We shall send out wolves with fiery eyes
We shall send them after the Horned One
In gray aspen woods they search
In dank caves they catch

Come, sons, from all quarters
When the horn calls for battle
The battle horn the blacksmith made
The summoner of mighty hosts

Freeze mute the winds
Overturn your quandaries
Wage a battle plan
Pour cunning into deeds.
With this I will summon
Sons from all the villages
When the hostile forces come
We stand up for our homes.