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Afar the torch was lit and now it has grown to a river of flames |
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So very cold are these trails of north that we'll march singing forth |
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Fearless we rush upon your blades, |
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Until death or victory and fame |
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Let our hymn be sang upon the slaughterlands of man [Ref.:] |
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Songs of battle, born in flames |
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Forged in the fire and clashes of steel |
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Songs of battle, born in flames |
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From a paganland still free |
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Upon meadows of blood and lakes of fire our hymn echoes |
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Ever mighty, ever cheerful, a spirit never to be crushed |
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Even the mighty men will one day fall but the might itself will never fade |
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In stories told, in pictures drawn our hymn goes ever on [Ref] |
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Though one day we'll face |
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Tuoni's rapids |
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Dead Land's black streams |
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Our hymn still proudly echoes |
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Generations change, sharpest blades come eventually blunt |
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But in the midst of battle these songs are ever sung [Ref] |
