Týr - Flames Of The Free

Flames of the free, just come and take me After I burn it will be your turn Ancient tales tell how life began in the ice and flames of the old world Burning Recent times tell of trial and error, the reign of terror will soon be Turning Cages of fear that the future holds nothing but our dismal past with a Vengeance Flames of the free, just come and take me Out of deep desperation After I burn it will be your turn For the good of our nation Flames of the free, just come and take me Let me fall in the fire After I burn it will be your turn To be cast on the pyre Worn out is your welcome when subjects would rather fry than linger In a world of this heedless hunger desire for freedom grows only stronger Burning is better when men have been utterly bereft of hope in the future Flames of the free, just come and take me Out of deep desperation After I burn it will be your turn For the good of our nation Flames of the free, just come and take me Let me fall in the fire After I burn it will be your turn To be cast on the pyre