Hin Onde - Songs Of Battle Lyrics
Afar the torch was lit and now it has grown to a river of flamesSo very cold are these trails of north that we'll march singing forthFearless we rush upon your blades, Until death or victory and fameLet our hymn be sang upon the slaughterlands of man[Ref.:]Songs of battle, born in flamesForged in the fire and clashes of steelSongs of battle, born in flamesFrom a paganland still freeUpon meadows of blood and lakes of fire our hymn echoesEver mighty, ever cheerful, a spirit never to be crushedEven the mighty men will one day fall but the might itself will neverfadeIn stories told, in pictures drawn our hymn goes ever on[Ref]Though one day we'll face Tuoni's rapidsDead Land's black streamsOur hymn still proudly echoesGenerations change, sharpest blades come eventually bluntBut in the midst of battle these songs are ever sung[Ref]