In young forgotten hearts the flames ignite
Beyond the dusk they see the war to come;
They do not fear the terrors of the night
So distant from the Lord are those that write,
Abiding by his throne the deeds unsung
In young forgotten hearts the flames ignite
The preacher and the charlatan excite
More noble they that preach without their tongue;
They do not fear the terrors of the night
The salt was scattered for the ancient rite
and pure celestial bells from heaven rung
In young forgotten hearts the flames ignite
The blood of heroes burns in crimson bright
and brighter that which courses through the young;
They do not fear the terrors of the night
How many are there now prepared to fight
As we approach our Götterdämmerung?
In young forgotten hearts the flames ignite
They do not fear the terrors of the night
