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The Flags upon, the swords below

hail the king, the false'll be killed

your life's the holiest gift of yours

so fight for it and for the truth

it was  the Frundberg's order

Now spears and swords like lightning flashing

like stars upon a dark blue sky

cannonballs are flying threatened

blood is running to the soil

the battlefield of paria

Its not a day like days before

It is a red and holy day

as far away from fatherland

by courage and a lot of shame

the enemies smashed to the ground

Before the god, the Frundbergs honour

cause he's the man to honour for

you lead your army strong and proud

and lead them to victory

now take it, take the sword of kings