Words and Music: Vortemir Fire-tender
A.S. XXXI (July 17, 1996)
Grimly defending the lands of our fathers
We gird our steel and put the fire in our eye
For our King has called us, and we've gladly answered
Though we know not who among us is destined to die
Twice in my youth have I answered the Warhorn
Earned my first scars at a foeman's dead hand
Now I'm a Fyrdman in my Kings Royal Army
War may be the fire that turns a boy into a man
Yes, War may be the fire that turns a boy
Into a man
We marched ever northward for days without number
Looked o'er a field at a foe without end
Though greatly outnumbered we begged to do battle
For this is the land that we've sworn to defend
Now once again will I answer the Warhorn
Though I may be wounded I must strive to stand
I've risen to Huscarl in my Kings Royal Army
And War can be the fire that turns a boy into a man
Yes, War can be the fire that turns a boy
Into a man
The battle soon over, we stand undefeated
We've carried the day with arms steady and true
When all are rewarded, I'm granted a knighthood
Though I've done no more than my honor bade do
Once more in victory sound we the Warhorn
I bear fresh wounds from a foeman's dead hand
And I've gained a Knighthood in my Kings Royal Army
And War has proved the fire that turned a boy into a man
Yes, War has proved the fire that turned a boy
Into a man