Flames Of The Free - Týr

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