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