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