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They came across the sea |
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Landed in the coast of Pommer |
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They entered to south saxony |
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During the thirty years war |
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from Breitenfeld to Lutzen |
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from Leipzig to Lens |
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The Battle after one by one |
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The were ready to the next |
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The finnish light cavalrymen |
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With the helmets and the swords |
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The warhorses ready to fight |
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Across the rivers they forded |
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In the service of king Gustavus |
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With their glory and their pride |
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They raided, attacked savagely |
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Through the enemy front they rode |
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No mercy to the enemies |
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Dust clouds, finnhorses breath |
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Fight with courage to the end |
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From dusk till the dawn of death |
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Their strength and camaraderie |
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Their battlefield success |
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They were well-respected |
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By their adversaries |
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Chorus |
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Attack - Scream your warcry |
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Fight proud with courage - Before you die |
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Attack - Scream "Cut 'em down" |
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Kill 'em all now - Burn down their town |
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"Our fatherland awaits us in the land of the snow |
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blazing flames in our beach and storms strongly blows |
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our hands fill the air with our strong mighty swords |
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there faith and the honour of brotherhood strongly glows |
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they forded across the Neva, snorting horses like war-beasts |
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and swan over Vistula like hurrying to their feast |
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like the avengers they bring their sabres over the Rhine |
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'til from the Danube they all drank the emperor's wine" |
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Poetically partly translated by Tears Of Magdalena |
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of original swedish verses from The Finnish cavalry'battle |
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march by Zacharius Topelius. |
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With a leather armor and a breastplacte of steel |
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they fired the pistols then draw the sword |
