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