Flames of the Free
Flames of the free, just come and take meAfter I burn it will be your turn
Ancient tales tell how life began in the ice and flames of the old world burningRecent 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 meOut of deep desperationAfter I burn it will be your turnFor the good of our nationFlames of the free, just come and take meLet me fall in the fireAfter I burn it will be your turnTo be cast on the pyre
Worn out is your welcome when subjects would rather fry than lingerIn 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 meOut of deep desperationAfter I burn it will be your turnFor the good of our nationFlames of the free, just come and take meLet me fall in the fireAfter I burn it will be your turnTo be cast on the pyre