Corpse of Care
CSIHAR ATTILA, MORTEN BERGETON IVERSEN
Dull care is slain by the power
Of our ancient rites
One flame alone must light this pyre
Of pure eternal flame bring fire!
Our funeral pyre await's the corpse of Care
Ferried across the shadowy tide
In all the ancient majesty of death
Fools! Ye burn me once again!
Me ye cannot slay
I spit upon your fire!
In the flames that eat thine effigy
We will read the sign:
Midsummer sets us free!