[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]