1. My bedfellow sleeps while I keep vigil,
With a sword, sharp and keen of edge.

2. War is our livelihood, a wretched trade,
Save for one with courage amidst the fray.

3. We bare our blades that remain sheathed
Until their very hilts bring death.

4. Yet death precedes us to our foes,
Yearned for by banners and flags.