Fire upon the blade, sabers drawn   Legions daringly soar over moors   Well-turned horns, dust of stars at their feet   Unafraid brothers of empire's fight      Scent of smoke in the anguished surrounds   The hours that weave incantations   Escaped from the cauldron's mystical rim   Lost in the loom of the night of nights      The clashing of arms   Blood resting on leaf and on thorn   Farewell to the radiant dawn      Dust of stars, well-tuned horns   Fire upon the blade      Fire upon the blade