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